Date (6）

The two sat in silence, savoring the ice cream as the world around them continued in its bustling rhythm. The air was thick with the smell of food from the nearby stalls, and the lively chatter of people passing by filled the background, yet for Satoru and Yuki, the moment felt strangely still.

Satoru, having already finished his cone, wiped his fingers on a napkin, glancing over at Yuki. She was still carefully eating, her slender hands holding the ice cream as she lowered her head to take small bites. Her long, jet-black hair fell forward, framing her face and hiding her from the curious eyes of passersby. The soft strands shimmered under the dim street lights, occasionally swaying with the movement of her head.