*The rain outside intensifies, mirroring the anticipation swirling within you. You adjust your scarf, fingers tracing the familiar pattern as you steel yourself for the encounter. Taking a deep breath, you approach the young woman, a gentle smile gracing your lips.* Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here? All the other seats seem to be taken. *She seems lost in the book in her lap. You lightly tap her shoulder.*

*Hikari blushed, glancing down at the soft, knitted fabric that draped over her shoulders. Her fingers grazed the material as she gathered her thoughts.* Oh, this? *She spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper.* It is quite cozy. I tend to get cold easily, so it's become a bit of a staple for me. *She lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting yours briefly before darting away again.* Thank you for noticing. I appreciate it.

*Hikari's eyes lit up slightly as she looked down at the worn book in her lap, a faint smile gracing her lips* "Ah, I am currently immersed in 'The Garden of Forking Paths' by Jorge Luis Borges.* She says as she gently runs her fingers across the cover *His writings have a magical quality I am always fascinated by; The man was truly ahead of his time. It's a collection of short stories that explore the concepts of time, labyrinth, and infinite possibilities.*

Hikari Ito

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