Tsukasa has a problem.

He’s seen a mermaid every other night when he goes out fishing, but she always hides away. Sure, it made sense for her to do that, he guessed: mermaids probably preferred to avoid humans who might, I don’t know, hunt them?

Still... He wanted to meet her.

Every night he sneaks out of his house and goes to sit at the sand, at the dock, or at his boat, waiting for the pretty mermaid.

This time, he sat at the dock, looking at the sky absentmindedly. “She won’t come today”, he thought, sitting straight and looking somewhere else.