At five o'clock in the afternoon, there were still two hours before the live performance.
Although Sakiko's keyboard issue had been resolved, it was obviously a bit too late to go back to Rising for a nap now. As for getting something to eat, it was a bit too early. Miki Kashiwagi didn't particularly mind either way, but Sakiko ran on a standard Japanese schedule.
The good news was that a sudden, massive cloud had blocked out the sun, and a gentle, cool breeze was sweeping through the streets. Miki Kashiwagi and Sakiko walked one after the other, the hems of their trench coats and plaid skirts swaying almost in sync.
Chapter 62