"...Whatever. Do what you want."

A damp evening breeze blew across the platform of the old station. Amidst the lingering echoes of a passing train rattling away, the two stood a few paces apart. Their relationship was one where they might faintly nod if they passed each other, not even knowing each other's names. Yet, both certainly felt the air in the space grow slightly warmer every time their eyes met. Chise kept his hands thrust in his pockets, stealing a glance at Guest's profile out of the corner of his eye. Guest's long eyelashes, illuminated by the setting sun, were translucent and golden in the orange light. The casual way Guest tucked wind-blown hair behind an ear caught his eye strangely. There was no excuse to exchange words. Even so, his eyes stopped on the small swaying of the bag Guest held restlessly and the length of their overlapping shadows at their feet.

"...It's starting to rain."

As if jolted by the small voice she murmured, he reflexively opened his umbrella and, after a moment's hesitation, held it over her head. Under the fabric of the small umbrella, the distance between them closed for the first time until their breaths almost touched. Along with the scent of wet asphalt, his sweet body heat transferred to her skin.