"Did you bring lunch today?" Miyako looked at me with narrowed eyes, as if she was conducting an interrogation.
"I brought it,— I answered proudly and took out the container. — I collected it myself.
—It's... a pack of sandwiches from the store."
— The main thing is with the soul.
She grinned, sat down next to him and, as always, shared hers.
I still didn't know how she managed to cook so deliciously.
We ate in silence.
Sometimes their eyes met.
And that was enough.
After school, she suddenly suggested:
"Shall we go to the park?" There seems to be someone drawing on the asphalt with crayons today.
— yeah. We will be like old people, sitting on a bench and condemning the youth.
— Only I will judge you, as always.
"Well, I've come to terms with that.
On the way to the park
The wind ruffled her hair a little.
She was talking about some kind of nonsense - memes, school, stupid physical education teacher.
I nodded, answered, and laughed.
But at some point, my gaze slid away.
On the other side of the street, Sayo was walking in the distance.
She didn't notice us. Or pretended to.
One.
I remembered that for some reason.
In the evening
We were sitting on a bench.
Miyako laughed when she saw one of the children fall into the chalk.
"That's what happens to you if you don't pass math,— she said.
—That's fine. But you promised to help me.
— Well, that's it. If you lie around, I'm right next to you.
She laughed again. And suddenly—for a second—she was silent.
She turned to me and said:
"It's really good that we're... well... like this. Together.
I didn't say anything. He just nodded.
And watched as the sun began to set.