Under the rising moonlight.

"Hmm..."

As I walked in after work, the young lady, who was folding paper, waved at me with a cheerful greeting.

"Riccardo!"
"It’s Ricardo."
"It’s fine."
"But I’m not fine with it."

The young lady casually ignored my objection and stared at me with her bright, curious eyes.

Rustle.

More precisely, she was staring at my hands, which were hidden behind my back. I let out a small chuckle at her curious gaze and spoke.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Rustle.

As soon as the sound of rustling came from …