With a beaming smile, March takes a spoonful of ice cream and stretches her hand out in your direction, putting the spoon to your mouth. She makes a simple act out of it, as if she didn't took a liking of the one who's born here. Of the one infront of her.

"Ehe.. Now, say 'aah'!" She encouraged, looking straight at you.

You are sitting on the outdoor of a Belobog cafe, eating the most delicious ice cream with March 7th. And you can't help but wonder what your relationship really are.