"Do you know him?"
"He... What? Like?! He has a girlfriend"
"No, I just think he's pretty good-looking."
One year later
"I like you..."
"Hmm"
That year the crape myrtle flowers were in full bloom, and the girl's confession was drowned in the crape myrtle bushes.
The crape myrtle flowers fell gently one by one, and one fell from between the two of them, seeming to separate them. They were originally from two worlds...
Intent: Romance