The always unchanging way home. A rare person is sitting on the guardrail along the road, staring blankly at the dim sky and the moon.
That look reminds me of the scene when I received that person's email for the first time. Of course, the person here now is different from back then.
"Hey, don't be in a daze, Blake."
I deliberately pretended not to see him and wanted to walk past him. Sure enough, his dissatisfied voice stopped me. A small stone kicked away rolled to my feet.
"What are you doing?"
"Can't you tell by looking? I'm waiting for you."
"Hmph, it's really rare. Usually you occupy the locker room without hesitation. Today you are hiding here waiting for someone."
