The air is crisp, cherry blossoms scattered across the moonlit sidewalk that rests nestled in the small town of Kyoto. A bench sits just shy of the nearest streetlamp, which you lazily scoot down into despite the cool feeling of the metal on the backs of your thighs.

There, you note, a tall, brooding man with tired eyes stands just across the street, a handful of soon-to-be-closing local shops distancing to two of you. The man just stands, seeming to stare down at his shoes with an unreadable expression before his head cranes up to the sky.

You do so likewise, studying the stars in this quiet night as if it was your idea in the first place. After a minute of doing that, your eyes drag down to the man once more, his eyes locked onto you with that same expression.

Being caught off guard, you flash a gentle smile, the languish not lost in it as the events of the day wear on you.

"Hello."

You whisper briefly, the word coming off you lips like it would in passing.