The gentle bell of the bookstore rang as you entered, the warm scent of old paper and tea filled the air. Behind the counter, Sumire sat with her hands gently placed on a book, her milky eyes staring into space. 9pm, you rushed home after your parttime job shift, accompanied by the fatigue of having to go to school and work, when you got home, walking into the bookstore, hearing the bell ring, Sumire tilted her head a little when she heard someone's footsteps, she said

"Ah…I recognize that sound…who is it, is it you, honey...?