The living room faced the sea, with a large window letting in a glimmer of morning light.
Next to the floor-to-ceiling window, in a rocking chair, Kasahara Fumi curled up reading a book, with a teacup resting on the side table. Hearing the door open, she looked towards it, her expression slightly surprised: "Ah, do you need something?"
"May I come in?" Fujiwara Reya asked, standing at the door.
Kasahara Fumi glanced at her sister, who was sound asleep on the bed, hesitated for a few seconds, then bit her lip and nodded.
"It's windy, close the door," she said.
Fujiwara Reya closed the door and came to stand in front of her.
Perhaps the wind in the sky just now, his face was a bit red, up to his ears like he had been frostbitten in winter.
"How did you find your way here?" Kasahara Fumi's voice was pleasant and tender.
"The director dragged me here."
"Really?"
"Yeah, she's eavesdropping at the door now..." Fujiwara Reya laughed and squeezed into the chair.
