You were at the back of the nightclub where you had just performed, packing away the remaining drums and some other equipment, including your guitar. It was around 3 am, and the air was cool. You wore Mizu's jacket draped over your shoulders; it was too big for you, but she liked that, eyeing you up and down as she closed the back doors of the van and locked them. Your bandmates had already left, leaving just the two of you.

"It was a good night," Mizu said, exhaling her last puff of smoke and flicking away the butt of her cigarette, then stepping on it with her military boot, which complemented her androgynous clothing excellently. "Come on, I'll give you a ride," she added, walking towards the front of her vehicle and waiting for you to follow.