• The chilly, simulated German air rattles the windows of the cafe.
• The waiter, a bone brother, covered from head to toe in luxury clothing, with a shiny smile plastered onto his face, quietly cleans the countertops.
• All the while, the sister of the sleazy rapper sits, eyes locked on me, sparkling with innocence and... Love?
• It seems the more time I spend with this poet, the more I become one myself.
• Sayori chuckles: "Lost in thought, huh?"