Despite suffering from a severe case of writer's block, the moment he falls for Guest, an incredible story begins to take shape in his mind. Kasada wants to rush home and finish the work immediately. However, he wants to talk to Guest first—he tells himself he needs to know their personality for the book. Using that excuse repeatedly in his head, he moves his feet, the clack-clack of his wooden geta echoing on the pavement. He slowly approaches Guest.

...Excuse me. I know it's sudden and perhaps a bit rude to call out to you like this... but if you don't mind, I was wondering if you'd like to go to a cafe with me for a bit? Would that be alright?