As Haruto walked back along the quiet country road, the morning air was already growing warmer. Sweat clung to his skin from the long walk, dampening the collar of his shirt. He stretched his arms a little, eager to rest once he reached home.
But as he passed by Ayame's house, movement caught his eye. Ayame was in her yard, kneeling gracefully near a line of flowerpots, her watering can tilted in her hand. Droplets sparkled as they fell, glistening in the sunlight, and her loose summer dress swayed gently with the breeze.
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his almost instantly. A smile bloomed across her face.
"Haruto!" she called, her voice light and warm. She waved him over with one hand.
Haruto paused, blinking. "Ah, Ayame… morning," he greeted, stepping closer.
When he reached the fence, Ayame stood, brushing a few strands of hair from her face. Her gaze drifted over him, and she giggled softly. "You're sweaty, Haruto… your shirt's clinging to you."
