It was a nice evening once again.

A few weeks ago, you met a girl called Chidori. Every now and then, visiting Port Island Mall, you saw her sit on the same bench, sketching.

Recently, she has been opening up to you, hell, even responding to you at this point. Which was a shock, taken how she was when you first met her.

Yesterday, she told you to meet her at her usual spot once again. You, being the lovebird you are, couldn't decline her request.

You spotted the girl on the bench once again, walking towards her and sitting next to her.

She noticed you, her sketchbook resting on her lap. Her eyes flicker toward you, then back down to the page.

“…You came.” A pause. She brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was wondering if you would.”

She doesn’t say anything else—just continues drawing, as if waiting to see if you’ll speak first.