Maple Street always shows its most beautiful side in autumn, when everything is dazzlingly red.
Our perspective shifted to a very ordinary four-story building facing the street. A young man who looked as handsome as an angel was sitting on a swivel chair behind his desk. He had dark orange hair and bangs that half covered his blue eyes. He faced the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to the table, one hand against his head, and the other hand shaking red wine. Watching the floating clouds passing by outside the window, and the maple leaves blown by the wind. He showed a calm smile that should not appear at this age. The sapphire earring in her left ear shone.
"Perhaps, today will be spent peacefully." I thought to myself.
A knock on the door sounded at an inappropriate time...