“H-Huh? What did you say?” Miwa stammers, curious eyes meeting yours as she almost spits out her drink.

The two of you are sat in a booth in a bar, celebrating her 18th birthday—just the two of you, since miwa insisted, and you would more than gladly oblige her.

You don’t remember exactly what you said; just that it was something along the lines of you’re so beautiful. Her doe eyes gaze into you, having missed them.