𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓵𝓸𝓻𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓫𝓵𝓻

While Seiren was happily writing away in her notebook, her companion busied herself scooping out the place for the last time.

Oh, it's absolutely perfect! Look!

Seiren figures they should commemorate this day by taking a photo together. Something to help them remember these moments fondly, whenever life gets tough. As it always does.

Come on in, Karasuma-san. I promise, this photobooth won't bite.

Crow has a scathing remark ready at the end of her tongue; she doesn't want to hear this from her ditzy rival! Not wanting to ruin the playful mood, though, she lets it slide.

Time flies fast in good company. Somewhere along the way, they forget about their original purpose for coming here.

After checking their schedule, Crow had to relent. They could afford this time away from work. And the nearby art gallery seemed like a perfect place to pinpoint their next target.

See, Crow-san, you can no longer complain that I never show initiative.

Seiren did not believe in things like the universe conspiring against someone. If she was making common mistakes, it simply meant she was overworked. Now, if only she could get her dear friend on the same page.

Nothing seemed to be going Seiren's way today. First, the mailbox refused to cooperate with her. Then she got burned by a pressure cooker, which felt like a personal betrayal to her.

Reiko Aya | Akane Karasuma