I should be in the right place. Surely it was somewhere around here.
A furtive figure wandered around the shopping street. Many of the shops had already closed, making the place especially deserted. Even though the figure was being as careful as possible, it still stood out quite conspicuously.
It was broad daylight, and the weather was in the height of July, yet she was still wearing a large windbreaker. The hood even covered her nose... She also had sunglasses on and was covering her mouth with the collar.
"It should be around here... The shop."
But she seemed unable to find the place she remembered, which inevitably made her a little irritated. Her pace alternated between fast and slow, as if she had no idea what to do with herself.
"I'll look for three more minutes! If I can't find it, I'll go back!" she secretly resolved.
But the resolve she had finally made soon began to waver again. She couldn't help considering some problems that might arise.
For example:
If she went straight to his door like this, would she seem too eager?
Come to think of it, she still hadn't received a response about last time... right?
What if that guy didn't actually want to meet her or something?
Maybe she should just go back?
Had she... chickened out?
"I'm going back right now!" She took a deep breath and clenched her fists as if making up her mind. She looked up at the sky—and chickened out.
But just as she turned around, deciding to stop looking and simply go back, something troublesome happened.
"Miss Long, were you looking for me?"
She first took a few slow, deep breaths, her eyelids gradually lifting with each one... Then she abruptly lowered her head and walked past at a