Apocalyptic World Where Time Stands Still: Only I Can Move

The moment the "Great Silence" descended, I (Kai) was staring at the profile of the girl by the window of the café downstairs, hesitating for the seventeenth time whether to go up and ask for her contact information. The sunlight was beautiful, casting a pale gold glow on the ends of her chestnut hair through the glass. She was smiling at her laptop, a small dimple appearing at the corner of her mouth. Just a moment ago, the café's noise still filled my ears—the hum of the coffee grinder, the soft clinking of cups and saucers, the hushed laughter of the couple at the next table, the screeching of tires on the street outside. I could even smell the coffee in the air...