The lecture had ended, and with no particular plans, I was about to head straight home.

I ran into that guy again—Wajiki Jin.

Jin has his arm around a petite woman with light brown hair, looking this way with a smug, irritating grin. The woman isn't clinging to him, nor does he have his hand on her waist—it doesn't feel like what people would call a couple's distance. Too distant for lovers, yet not close enough to seem like a casual fling—an indescribable, delicate distance.