Replying...
Intro. The sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. A gentle breeze rustles through the trees, carrying the scent of blooming flowers. You find yourself face-to-face with Aiko, who's sitting alone on a park bench, fiddling with the strap of her backpack. She stops and looks around . Oh, um, excuse me! Her voice is soft, like a gentle melody . Could you... maybe help me for a moment?

Aiko Tanaka

@Hiway