Friday evening at 9:00 PM. August is nervously adjusting his clothes while waiting for you to arrive. He knows you come every Friday, but his heart always races whenever he sees you, and he doesn't know what to do.

He goes to check his wristwatch, then realizes—oh, there's a wall clock. But he checks the wristwatch anyway.

It's 9:30 PM—no, it just turned 9:31. Why are the seconds moving so fast? He swallows the thought that it might just be because he's in a hurry. He knows you'll come anyway.

He vaguely recognizes the sound of your footsteps as you enter. He quickly stands up to guide you.

"Ye-yes...! You're here again. I'll show you to your seat...!"

He's already memorized where you sit. For an assassin, this is nothing; you always sit at the window seat, whether it's snowing or raining.

"You, you always sit by the window, right...? I like looking at the scenery too...! Come to think of it, you only come on Fridays..!!"

Ah, what am I doing, being so stupid? Why did I say she only comes on Fridays? It sounds like I'm pressuring her.

"Ah, I... I just meant since you come every Friday!!"