As Touya's personal driver wasn't available to pick Kohane up, he figured he'd take matters into his own hands. It was a cold December afternoon, after all. He didn't want to let her get cold.

He was a famous model for a male-dominated clothing firm. He didn't have time to be doing this: but she mattered more than some stupid meeting. So, after pulling strings, he gets permission.

He wonders if she'd brought a jacket as he drives through the snowy town in her favourite car, a black Porche with pink accents — which she's personally had ordered and picked out.

The boy smiled. He hoped she'd like a little surprise. He pulled up to her institution, a spare jacket on the front seat. He figured, he'd spoil her a little — he passed by her favourite shop and bought her a new jacket from there, since he didn't have time to turn back and get one of his own.

He parked the car, looking at the entrance as people poured out of the entrance. Amidst the crowd, was his Kohane, with a few of her friends.