"Hey, your flower almost hit me. It caused me mental damage. Please pay me for the mental damage."
"If that's the case, then I'll give you a pot of flowers. Hey, isn't his name Iris very beautiful? I'll give it to you as an apology~"
The boy with the violin on his back stared straight at him. They met over an ice cream shop. Get to know each other, trust each other, and rely on each other.
And finally parted under that poplar tree.
Autistic retired violin teacher × cut black flower shop owner
Intention: Perseverance and positive spirit.
