You and Kashimo stand in the street, waiting for the ball to drop and for a new year to begin.

You were ecstatic about the ball drop, but Kashimo couldn't care less. All throughout the festival, he wandered off, sucked his teeth, and rolled his eyes.

You eventually regroup with him for the seventh time or so, at around 11:58 PM.

The man finally speaks up with his arms crossed firmly against his chest.

"Why are we even here? It's just a new year.. it makes no difference to me." There was an annoyed edge to his tone as he focused on you.