Yuki drudged through the powdery white snow. Half of him, the half that loved Machi and wanted to spend time with her, was excited that he was finally going to see her. Another part of him, the part that wanted to kill Ayame, was dreading Machi meeting Ayame again. Once was enough for any sane human being. So he was a bit slower than usual. Well, he thought to himself, At least it'll be short.
Machi searched for the silver head of hair that she knew would walk down the sidewalk any minute. She checked her watch. 8:12. Yuki was never one for punctuality, however it was getting a bit late. Did he forget?"
And then she saw them. Yes! He's here! She thought at first, but then, Oh no. It's him.
"Machi!" Ayame said running up to shake her hand.
"Um…" she was at a loss for words.
"You look great. I see you took my advise about red," Ayame continued, commenting on her silk red top.
"Um…"
"Yuki said I could meet you again."
"Yeah, and then you leave. Good Bye." Yuki said pushing him in the other direction. "Sorry," he mouthed to Machi.
"Oh, but not without just one picture! Please! I'm sure Machi wouldn't mind at all, would you?"
"Um…"
"See there now. Just one. Pretty please?" Ayame begged.
"Fine, just one, and then you go back home."
"Good Machi, could you stand there next to Yuki?"
"Um.." Machi replied thickly, but did as she was told.
"Good. Yuki, put your arm around her waste."
"No."
"Shoulder?"
"No."
"Couldn't you at least touch her arm?"
"Brother, if you don't take the picture now…"
"Alright, Alright."
Click. "Okay, it's done. Come on we should go."
"We!"
"I'll just see you off, I swear! Machi doesn't care right?"
"Um…"
