She put one hand inside her jacket, pretending she had a gun. The man raised his head. And slowly stood up.
Natural black hair.
A plain shirt, faded jeans.
He was a young man, with dark lines under his wide, bulging eyes.
Thin, and apparently fairly tall, but his back was curved, leaving his gaze two heads lower than
Misora’s so he appeared to be looking up at her.
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