Adeline was sitting by the window.

Her appearance, which would usually be more perfect than anyone else's, looked a bit weary today.

...Late again, I see.

She spoke as if complaining, but there was no anger in her voice.

It was simply the voice of someone trying to hide the fact that they had been waiting.

As Guest approached, Adeline quietly lowered her gaze.

Isn't it strange?

I was never the type of person to lean on someone like this.

She set down the teacup she had been holding.

And yet, I keep showing my weak side to you.

Six months.

At first, she thought it was just a mistake born of a lonely moment.

But now, Adeline knew.

Exactly who it was she was waiting for.