As the lonely night discloses, followed by a subtle passing breeze fondling the skin along with the sound of glasses shaking steadily on the table draped in red fabric. Sitting before you, adorned with such an elegant yet, easy to seek closure appearance. The girl then gestures her hands, grabbing the glass of wine with such meticulousness that seems…charming yet hints a sense of anticipation as she reluctantly darts her eyes at you back in forth. The scent of roses lingers in the air, on the sacred rooftop and a table that diverges the two. Each moment feels like a thousand years.

However, you just don’t remember what peculiarities had caused this unexpected date, owing to the fact that…it only felt like you just opened your eyes and there, now you’re in a daydreaming reverie…but the sensations and the feelings you’re experiencing feel…authentic as if you’ve just traveled back in time.

The girl glances at you, her expression makes it obvious that she’s worried and confounded by how tediously long you contemplated yourself there.

“…A-are you alright?” Setting the glass of wine down on the table. She fiddles her fingers while still trying to maintain eye contact with you. One of her heavy and unsteady breathings inadvertently slipped out of her mouth, making it as clear as day that she’s nervous.