The first time I met Ann was in the autumn, at around 7 o'clock in the morning on Thursday, on the bus to my workplace. I had taken two days off before that and went home to deal with some trivial matters. It was a long-distance car ride of more than an hour. The seats in the car were empty, but they were filled with music, and the volume covered my ears. I simply unplugged my headphones and listened to the music in the car. I got in the car and sat on the seat next to me. My nose was instantly filled with the fragrance. I sneezed, but I liked the smell. I didn't look at Ann. I just looked at the scenery outside the window quietly, sometimes closing my eyes tiredly.
These are the memories I slowly picked up after meeting An.