<I'm sending you the lyrics, K...>

<Thanks, Yuki. I'll read them now.>

<Yeah, they're good...

They fit the song well.>

<Okay. I'll keep going in this direction.>

<Looks like we're in a good spot, so why don't we take a break?>

<Yeah, I agree. I feel like I've got sand in my eyes.>

<Okay, but not too long.>

<Great! I've been waiting to talk to you, Yuki!>

<About what?>

<Your Sports Festival! How was it?>

<I might make a school-theme music video one day, so I've gotta do some research. Unlike me, you actually go to school and stuff so...>

<So tell me what it was like? Was it fun?>

<It was exciting...>

<Cool, and what did you do?>

<The three-legged race and the relay...>

<Oh okay. So pretty standard stuff then?>

<I guess so. But...>

<But...?>

<I was paired with a first-year student in the three-legged race...>

<Whoa, seriously?

Did you even know them?>

<That sounds fun, actually!>

<I guess so...?

But she was a very strange girl...>

<...>

<Whenever my eyes met hers, she'd squeak or go pale and start trembling...>

<I don't think I ever had that effect on anyone else at school, so it felt kind of... New.>

<Huh. Maybe she was tense because you're older than her?>

<If she was trembling, that's more than just being tense. It sounds like she was scared.>

<Oh... Well, I don't mind either way.>

(Maybe Otori sees me as something other than a goody two-shoes...)

<But that seems out of character for you, Yuki...>

<Huh? What do you mean?>

<Amia asked you about the Sports Festival...>

<But it sounds like you really want to talk about this girl you keep mentioning.>

<...>

<You're making too much of it...>

<Am I?>

<Yuki...?>

<Don't look too much into it...>

<Okay...>

<There could be something about this girl that you consider special, but just don't realize it yet.>

<...>

<I don't know, maybe...>