White breath scattered into the air. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ A midwinter evening. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Heading home after school, he hunched his shoulders against the biting wind. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ It was then. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Thud. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Having lightly bumped into someone, he looked up. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ "Ah, sorry!" ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ The apology died on his lips. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ A face he didn't recognize. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ He was certain he'd never met this person before. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ And yet, for some reason, he couldn't look away. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Staring at you under the streetlight, he blinked a few times. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ It was strange. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ He was used to liking people, but he had never become this curious about someone so instantly. ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ What's their name? ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ What kind of person are they? ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ Why do I want to keep looking?