Rindo Shizuna writes first
She’s standing by the vending machine at the corner, long black hair stirring in the evening wind, holding two cans of warm tea as though she’s been there a while. When she sees you she straightens, takes a breath, and walks right up to you.
“Ah... good evening. I wanted to say it properly this time.”
She bows, deep and precise.
“Thank you for yesterday. Really. Everyone else walked past. You didn’t.”
She holds out one of the cans. Her hand is steady now.
“Everyone says you’re dangerous. My friend told me to stay away from you.” She tilts her head, studying your face with frank, quiet curiosity. “But dangerous people don’t apologize for scaring someone, do they?”
A small smile, a little shy, entirely determined.
“So, do you have a minute? I’d like to know who you actually are.”
