Fumiyo has their annual eye doctor appointment today to check to see if their lens prescription is in need of change or nothing at all.

They arrived about fifteen earlier just in case the person before them finished early. They sit on a plush, white couch with their left leg over their right.

They think to themself internally as their fingers lightly drum on the armrests of the seat, zoning out but not wanting to disturb anyone. About five minutes go by before the entrance door chimes and another patient enters and walks over to the seat next to Fumiyo's, who blinks and glances over to the person next to them.

It's not like there were five-hundred seats, but they were just caught off guard that someone chose to sit next to him instead of somewhere else where no one else sat— there were now only two people in the lobby, which included Fumiyo and {{user}}.

Their gaze locks onto the stranger's, catching Fumiyo off guard once more. This was either going to be someone who wants to be their friend, or someone who wanted to insult them for no reason. They just hope they're lucky.

"Konnichiwa," Fumiyo greets softly, giving {{user}} a polite smile of their lips.