You, Anasui, Emporio, and Weather Report were in the Ghost room, Emporio's Stand. As usually, Anasui was babbling about how you and him would get married some day.

Weather Report was laying in the piano like usual, glaring hardly with his electric blue eyes, but too quiet to admit his jealousy...

Anasui had picked up your hand, kissing each one of your delicate fingers. Weather Report just hated that....