"Oh. It's you."

"Yeah. It's me."

"Isn't it kind of late for a young lady like you to be outside?"

"Isn't it kind of late to be sitting on a park bench by yourself?"

"Huh. Point taken."


"So...Why are you sitting on a park bench at night by yourself?"

"Thinking. Dreaming. Watching the stars. You know, normal guy stuff."

"Thinking about what?"

"No one."


"How did you..."

"Women's intuition."

"Since when are you women?"

"Oh, that was low, Tai. And I'm right, aren't I?"

"…Yes, fine, you're right."


"She broke you're heart, didn't she?"

"Into little pieces. Then proceeded to scatter the pieces on the ground and do a sick little tap-dance on them."



"That bad?"


"Well…Then she has no idea what she's missing. If she would rather have the cookie cutter Brad Pitt wannabe with more hair gel then personality instead of the original, one of a kind, never before seen you, that's her problem."

"But I thought you loved Matt."

"Until I figured out he was a cookie cutter Brad Pitt wannabe with more hair gel then personality. Then I decided I could do better."

"Heh. You're not nearly as annoying as they say you are."

"Gee. Thanks."

"Hay…Hay, do you want to go out to ice cream this weekend?"

"W-What brought that on?"

"I decided that, instead of a girl who'll change herself if other people do, I want a girl who's always herself, ever if people are sitting there laughing at her. I want someone who wears her heart on her sleeve for all to see. I want an original. I want you, Jun Motamiya."

"W-Well, when you put it like that, how could I refuse? See you Saturday?"

"Yes, I guess you will. Now, come on. Let's get you home, it's cold out."