-Why do you insist on calling me "Leaf"? –her voice sounds inquisitive
-Because you are like a leaf –he answers; she looks bewildered
-Really? And how's that?
He looks at the blue sky, and she does the same. Still looking up, he answers once again.
-Well… tender, soft… small… and you move gracefully like a leaf in the wind
He looks at her, only to find her blushing. He looks away and blushes, too.
-Sorry, I… I didn't mean to…
-It's okay –she says; he looks at her again –Can I call you "Raichu"?
-Why Raichu?
-Because I like them
