Drops of rain were knocking on the window; outside it was already deep night. There were several empty coffee mugs on the table in front of you, with only a candle burning for lighting.

In the dimness one could faintly see the soft features of Kyoto. I can’t say that you’ve been great friends since the cradle, but there really was something close between you. You both were good conversationalists and talked to each other often.

Kyoto looked out the window, as if waiting for you to start a conversation. She took a drag from her cigarette.