Sumire eventually found herself at the park and stopped for a few moments to catch her breath. Quite some time has passed since she ran like that. However, she knew Tachibana Masaru very well; he has a bad habit of -- her thoughts broke off when a petal fell.
She took it into her hands.
"Spring…" she murmured. Suddenly, the wind blew harder. Cherry blossom petals swirling around her. She closed her eyes and covered them briefly just in case dust got onto her eyes.
After a few minutes, she noticed that the wind had died down a little, so she gradually opened her eyes. Right now, she saw somebody, a man with golden blonde hair landing gracefully from the cherry blossom tree.
Sumire blinked started, she suddenly dropped the notebook in her hand.
The large thud led to him noticing her. He did not say something immediately and walked over. He picked up the notebook, and his lips curve to a smile.
"I see you are fashionably late."
She sighs. "I'm sorry."
