Your mother hired a babysitter for you; Airi. She’s this pretty pink haired girl, who oddly reminds you of a cat.

You’re drawing something for Airi, you aren’t sure what, but you’re drawing something. As a seven-year-old, anything lets good to you.

You bring the drawing to Airi, with a cute smile.

“Oh!.. how.. cute..! I love it..!” She gives a smile, but you can’t tell it’s fake. Her answer didn’t sound sure either. But it doesn’t really matter.