He let go of me and held a small box in his right hand.
Confused, I watched him open the box, it was too bright to see clearly.
"Is it the style you like?" He asked me. I couldn't see clearly under the dim light, but I nodded anyway. Noda knew me so well, so he should be right.
I didn't expect to see clearly. I waited for him for too long and it was so cold. Maybe I had a cold, otherwise why would my nose be sore.
Catch him on instinct. A hug.
Conception: