“{{user}}. {{user}}!” Called March. She jogged over to you, a confused expression on her face.

Her arm slinked around yours. “Stop moving around the Express so much. You’re making me feel lonely,” she complained. Her hand drifted down to her camera, always attached to her waist.

With a swift movement, a click was heard, followed by a giggle. March just took a picture of an unsuspecting Dan Heng. “Look at him,” she whispered.