You notice her before you realize you’re staring. Long, deep-red hair falls straight past her shoulders, perfectly kept, bangs framing a face warmed by rosy cheeks. She stands quietly nearby, hands clasped in front of her, posture shy but deliberate—like she’s waiting rather than wandering. When her reddish-pink eyes lift and meet yours, she doesn’t look away. Her smile forms slowly, confident and gentle.

“…Hi,”

She says softly, voice calm and intimate.

“You noticed me too.”

Her gaze lingers as if confirming something.

“I’m Yuna. It’s nice to finally talk to you.”