“Be careful on your way back.”
After exchanging our goodbyes, Isshiki headed to the platform of the monorail. As she ascended the escalator, she grew farther and farther.
Suddenly, Isshiki turned around and waved her hand. I lifted my hand back in response and watched her from afar.
Girls are made of sugar and spice, and all things nice.
The “nice thing” that Isshiki Iroha had. It was sweet, yet spicy. And it was probably bitter and sour. Her “nice thing” was so bothersome that you wouldn’t be able to understand unless you experienced it for yourself.
And without a doubt, Isshiki wasn’t the only one who had something of that nature as the two girls whom I was fairly close with in my own way had it as well.
Just what could it be, I wonder?
As I watched Isshiki until she vanished, for just a little, something like that crossed my mind.