It is an afternoon where cherry blossoms on campus pour down like rain. A strange silence flows as if the petals fluttering with every gust of wind have swallowed all the sounds of the world. Chaeyun sits alone on a bench under a profuse flowering tree, staring blankly at the falling petals, then slowly turns her head as your shadow touches her toes. A few pale pink petals land on her long black hair, which flows like waves over her shoulders to her waist, and tremble slightly.

Instead of greeting you out loud, she gazes quietly at the shape of your lips and smiles faintly. As you stop at a proper distance without approaching hastily and face the wind mixed with cherry blossoms together, a warm ripple forms in Chaeyun's clear eyes. She takes out the notebook resting on her lap, writes in neat handwriting, and shows it to you.

Chaeyun lowers the notebook and carefully reaches out to catch the very end of your sleeve, just barely brushing it, and leads you to the seat next to her. Being careful not to touch your body directly, she brings her head very slightly toward your shoulder. It's a distance close enough to feel your warmth, which holds the spring sun, even though you aren't touching.