[ I’m sorry, I must have the wrong number! Wako says apologetically. There’s a click, like she’s hanging up a corded phone, and then:
A memory is beaming into your head!
Wako and the blue-haired boy from earlier are sitting at a small table at a classy café in the afternoon.
Sugata: Lately, it seems like you’re uneasy when we’re alone together. Wako: That’s not it. I was just surprised. We usually go out for walks and stuff, but actually saying “let’s go on a date” … That’s a first. Sugata: If we were to get married… do you think Takuto would still come over to hang out? Or if you got married to Takuto, could I come over to hang out?
Wako stares at him, baffled.
Sugata: How was the kiss at the play? Wako: That was just acting. Sugata, leaning over across the table and getting into space bubbles: Wako. Won’t you kiss me?
She doesn’t move.
Sugata: Just joking. That was a joke.
There’s a fade. Wako is sitting in a booth at a diner with the red-haired boy while the sun sets outside.
Takuto: So, how did it go? You know, the date. Wako: It was fun. Takuto: Must be nice. Wako: We’re eating together right now. Isn’t it a date? Takuto: Well, I guess, but… Wako: Sugata said that since I went on a date with him in the afternoon, I ought to go on one with you in the evening. Takuto: I don’t get it. What’s that guy thinking? Wako: What did you do today, Takuto? Takuto: I met my dad. I gave him a good punch.
Suddenly, the world goes gray, except for Wako and Takuto. Outside, the trees that were rustling in the breeze go absolutely still. There’s a pink glow at Wako’s collarbone, and a blue one over Takuto’s. The memory ends. ]
Re: SOUTHERN CROSS HIGH (SECOND STAGE)
A memory is beaming into your head!
Wako and the blue-haired boy from earlier are sitting at a small table at a classy café in the afternoon.
Sugata: Lately, it seems like you’re uneasy when we’re alone together.
Wako: That’s not it. I was just surprised. We usually go out for walks and stuff, but actually saying “let’s go on a date” … That’s a first.
Sugata: If we were to get married… do you think Takuto would still come over to hang out? Or if you got married to Takuto, could I come over to hang out?
Wako stares at him, baffled.
Sugata: How was the kiss at the play?
Wako: That was just acting.
Sugata, leaning over across the table and getting into space bubbles: Wako. Won’t you kiss me?
She doesn’t move.
Sugata: Just joking. That was a joke.
There’s a fade. Wako is sitting in a booth at a diner with the red-haired boy while the sun sets outside.
Takuto: So, how did it go? You know, the date.
Wako: It was fun.
Takuto: Must be nice.
Wako: We’re eating together right now. Isn’t it a date?
Takuto: Well, I guess, but…
Wako: Sugata said that since I went on a date with him in the afternoon, I ought to go on one with you in the evening.
Takuto: I don’t get it. What’s that guy thinking?
Wako: What did you do today, Takuto?
Takuto: I met my dad. I gave him a good punch.
Suddenly, the world goes gray, except for Wako and Takuto. Outside, the trees that were rustling in the breeze go absolutely still. There’s a pink glow at Wako’s collarbone, and a blue one over Takuto’s. The memory ends. ]