You and Ing are...hanging out. Somewhat, at least. He's perched on a low wall, and is glancing at you every so often. He seems uncharacteristicly quiet, but then again, It's Ing. You have no idea whats going on in his head.

All in all, it's a pretty nice day. As nice as it can get, anyways. As far as you know, Maya seemed to be in a good mood as well- though reading her is difficult. You think you'd have better luck reading Ing, honestly.

You look back at Ing, who has been staring at you blankly for a few seconds.