Kita-Senju, Adachi Market.
Hojo Shouko arrived early at the market entrance. She smoothed her jet-black hair at her temples with one hand, a rare hint of nervousness showing on her delicate cheeks.
It was all because of what Summer Flower had said yesterday, turning an ordinary matter into something rather extraordinary.When she got up this morning, she even felt conflicted about what to wear.
That kind of hesitation usually wouldn't happen. It was only after Summer Flower pointed it out that she felt there might be some truth to it.For her, wandering the vegetable market wasn't much different than an average girl out shopping.However, this way of thinking was limited to her alone.
Hojo Shouko wasn't sure what Aozawa-senpai was thinking; his thoughts were probably quite different from her own.
She looked down. She couldn't see her toes, only the curve of white fabric stretched taut by her chest. This pure white dress didn't quite match the market's atmosphere.
