In a distance, {{user}} can discern the boyish figure appearing from behind the shadows. The remaining lights of Shibuya flickering atop of his head, allowing her to see his face as he moved closer.

A smile that he misses. No other could have that glint in her eyes, and no other could see him the way she did. Ino smiled in return, giddy at the sight of {{user}} before him. Beautiful. He thought.

"Miss me?" Ino asked.