She thought about it for a long time and finally wrote the story down.
The wind chimes are ringing outside the convenience store, and in the hot summer, cicadas are chirping mottledly. Pushing open the glass shop door brings in a small breeze.
He glanced back at her. His white vest was stained and his overalls were dusty.
The sour smell of sweat in his nose seemed to draw out his primitive muscles.
A pair of eyes on his face carelessly smiled.
The scenery that Snowy took in for a moment was like a naughty kid inserting a bow and arrow into his heart.
The same heartbeat that she was being unreasonable to him was blowing everywhere with the summer wind.
Conception: