She stood in front of the paddy field that afternoon, gazing up at the deep night sky.
After a while, a rustling sound emerged from the paddy, growing closer until it halted before Hannah.
Hannah didn't move, simply opening the snack in her hand. Soon, the faint, salty scent of potato chips spread through the air.
The person in the field swallowed, his dirty face impossible to discern, yet his eyes were deep and sparkling, possessing an innocent hue akin to a child's.
Hannah bent down to meet those deep, glittering eyes and shook the chips in her hand.
The chips collided, making a "shushing" sound.
The man's eyes followed Hannah's movements, moving left and right.
"Are you silly?"
Hannah tilted her head, her soft, ethereal voice filled with laughter.
The night was starless, yet she was brighter than any starry sky.
