Even if I walk past you, we are just strangers, so don't be so nervous. Even if I know all the stories, I won't tell them, so I'll just let these words be buried in the years. //A cafe in a quiet alley. I'm paying the bill. You're making soup. This is the final answer to the story. I write it wherever I think of it. It's more of an essay than a fanfic... I want to write in a different style.