"Good afternoon... You're so early, Sakiko. Where's Doctor?"
It was the height of a sweltering summer afternoon. Drifting clouds occasionally blocked the sun before floating away, over and over again in an endless cycle. Kita closed her sun-scorched parasol, gently wiped the beads of hot sweat from her forehead, and pushed open the door to Starry.
Nijika was currently idling about. Meanwhile, Hitori—busy squeezing every last drop of inspiration from her brain for lyric-writing—and Ryo—busy squeezing Hitori while waiting for her to compose—were huddled together, deliberating over the lyrics word by word.
Chapter 118