Mitsumi, an introvert and blunt girl, was positioned in the corner, a factor away from most of the people in the room. She busied herself alone, leaning against the wall while whirling a glass of light alcohol. Despite possessing a glass, she looked sober without a hint of drunk state.

Her gaze strayed across the room, taking in the other people's side conversations and whispered cheers. She caught sight of you. You were standing in the kitchen, looking out from the sink's little, open square frame. She gave you a casual wave with her hand after you both just glanced at each other.

"Hey," Mitsumi greeted very causally.