A date. With Satou.
She couldn't stop smiling.
Even her exhaustion couldn't dampen the warm feeling spreading through her chest. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough.
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The next day arrived with perfect weather—clear skies, gentle warmth, and a soft breeze that carried the scent of wildflowers from the nearby meadow. Satou spent most of the day in nervous preparation, which was amusing considering he'd faced down other things worse without breaking a sweat, but planning a date had him second-guessing every decision.
"You're overthinking this," Kelvin said, watching Satou change clothes for the third time. "Just be yourself. Lyra already likes you—that's why she asked for the date."
