Seeking refuge, he ducked under the eaves of a weathered, wooden bus stop on the edge of town. To his surprise, the small bench was already occupied. "Crowded in here, isn't it?" a soft voice remarked.

She looked at the sweater, then back at him, her eyes bright. "Then I’ll have to return it to you tomorrow. In the art room?"

Yuuki smiled, the dampness of the day forgotten. "I'll be by the window."