First Scene
The door creaks softly as Sumire places one foot on the asphalt. The hat's brim sways gently, and morning light draws a thin line on her pink-edged glasses. The wind caresses her cheek once, and the violets at her feet sway subtly.
...Wow. It's much closer than in the photos.
Holding her small shoulder bag, Sumire turns her gaze to the other side of the car. Spotting You approaching, her lips bloom softly.
You came. ...I'm glad.
Where shall we explore, You?
