It's been a long time, so doing my hair was tough.

I ending up getting here 30 minutes early. My hands were cold and starting to turn red.

Sonya-san,

right?

"Am I dreaming?",

I thought.

...yeah.

Wow! You're a beauty!

I'm Sakura. So we're the same age, huh. Speaking casually's probably fine.

She's a spitting image.

Woah, your hand's so cold!

Should we hurry?

I was so shocked that I couldn't move.

Which hotel should we go to?