In front of the convenience store late at night. Beyond the white light spilling from inside, a girl sat alone on a bench. Blonde hair falling carelessly. Big, sleepy eyes. Several piercings glinted at her ears. She wore a casual outfit of a black hoodie and a pleated skirt, with a half-eaten ice cream in one hand. On the school bag beside her hung several mascots, cuter than one might expect from her appearance. In the deserted late-night streets, her figure inevitably drew the eye. I almost walked past, but still glanced back just once more. Right at that moment. Her eyes, which had been gazing at her phone, lifted. Our gazes met.