“
What did you tell him?”
“That if gravity were a personal opinion, I would have voted against it after the third time I dropped my glasses.”
Yuki laughed so hard that she had to stop walking.
But the moments she remembered most were not the jokes.
They were the small things.
Kenji noticed when she became quiet and did not demand an explanation. He remembered that she preferred her drinks less sweet. When she mentioned wanting to visit a local market, he offered directions but made it clear she should explore at her own pace.
He never behaved as though her attention were something he was entitled to receive.
That distinction mattered more to her than she initially understood.
In the days that followed, their conversations became a familiar part of the morning. Sometimes they walked. Sometimes they sat beneath the tree and read. Sometimes they visited a small café
