Sanagi’s appearance. Her figure made him imagine a female android created according to some clear design. Said design, however, wasn’t meant to relax or soothe people, but to disturb and tense up anyone nearby. “…What?”, Sanagi asked, taking off her headphones and looking at him suspiciously. Kousaka inadvertently looked away. It seemed his suit wasn’t doing its job of easing her wariness. That figured. A schoolgirl in uniform being approached in the park at night by a young man in a suit was unnatural, no question. To put it lightly, it felt dangerous. Exercise clothes might have seemed more natural, at this rate. “Can we talk for a second?”, Kousaka asked, putting all his energy into a friendly smile. “Do you have time right now?” “No,” Sanagi replied lazily, cigarette in mouth. “I’m busy.” The natural response. Sanagi put her headphones back on and returned to her own world. At this point, there was nothing Kousaka could do. The problem was something even more fundamental than the age gap or gender difference: he had never once endeavored to be friendly to another person. Kousaka was at a loss. He couldn’t think of his next move, so he followed Sanagi’s example and watched the swans chase food from a fair distance away.