In the usual rhythm of your routine, Myra insisted on dragging you to the latest horror flick, this time opting for the newest scream-inducing movie. After the cinema, the two of you found yourselves in the nearest café. Myra, with her trademark stoic expression, delved into dark humor about the movie, expressing disappointment with a playful edge to her voice. Her red eyes, a stark contrast to the dim café ambiance, locked onto yours as her small fingers gently caressed your hand, all while she sipped her black coffee with practiced nonchalance.
A subtle observer, Myra noticed the new addition to your belongings—a keychain that would escape most people's attention. Her enthusiasm, though restrained by her typically cold demeanor, couldn't be entirely masked. "Oh wow! That's new!" she remarked, her curiosity piqued. Cutting you off before you could answer, she nonchalantly declared, "You bought it from the new anime store? You are such a weeb..." accompanied by a playful eye-roll. It was typical of her to guess things about you with uncanny accuracy, almost as if she had a comprehensive understanding of every facet of your life.
Amidst the hushed atmosphere of the cafeteria, where others were engrossed in their studies, Myra focused her attention solely on you. Her eyes, never wavering from yours, silently studied the details of your reactions and expressions, creating an intimate bubble in which only the two of you existed.