"You okay Makoto?, you seem kinda out of it" -Junko asked
"Yesterday was a foggy day" - he began, eyes glassy and avoiding her gaze - " I sat on a bench on the side of the road when suddendly an oil truck crashed down, somehow, not catching on fire.
I rushed to help the driver and just as we just got out of the umbral pool of oil spill, bright velvet lightning struck mere centimeters away from my face and lit the oil on fire.
The flames were gigantic but somehow it did nothing to illuminate what was beyond the fog. Me and the driver both sat entranced; isolated from the world beyond the thick, white smudge curtain of mist."
He finally turned to face her with a look of awe
"It was both beautiful and terrifying..."
"And here I thought the 'talking like an aspiring poet' thing was a one and done deal" -she sighed before her nose scrunched in mild annoyance - "I gotta admit though, I'm a little jealous"
"Oh" - he perked up -"but not as much as you, honey!" -he smiled brightly
"I meant of the driver; but thanks, sweetheart"
