When Kanie told his secretary that they needed to add something new to the park to welcome in the summer season, he didn't expect her to invite him out on another date.

Okay, he knew it wasn't a date, but it was highly reminiscent of the first time she had talked to him, minus the being held at gunpoint part. The situation was almost the same. The park executives expected bigger numbers due to most children being out for the summer and they needed to figure out a way to attract more guests. And seeing as he was out of bright ideas, he didn't really have a choice but to accept her invitation (though a bit more willingly than the last time).

He waited for her at the bottom of the steps leading to the festival area while simultaneously gazing at himself using a puddle on the ground. He wouldn't have noticed Sento's arrival had she not stepped on his face (in the puddle) just as he was about to strike a pose.

"Let's go." She said, her voice matching her stiff posture.

The two walked side by side, close enough for the edges of their yukata to brush with each other, but still not close enough for them to look together. They were like two magnets, facing each other with the same charge. Attracted, but not completely on point. Oh, and the tension was obviously present.

They reached the festival, and they were immediately surrounded by colorful yukata, bright lights, and various delicacies. And the noise—they spent the walk in thoughtful silence— the sound of shouts and joyful laughter came as a surprise, but not entirely unwelcomed.

Kanie looked at his shorter companion. Her eyes grew wider and wider as she took in everything around her. It's her first time in here, isn't it? Well, it would makes sense if it is, she didn't come from this world and was immediately too busy running the park before (that would also explain why she didn't exactly succeed in that endeavor).

He was looking at her, but was thankfully not too deep in his thoughts as he managed to stop himself from tripping. This is not exactly safe, what she's doing. His hand gripped her elbow, and when she gave him a questioning look, he explained, "With the way you're looking around the place, you'd easily get lost. Or worse, you'd trip and ruin the outfit."

He expected her to look forward, chin tilted high as she says, "I don't trip," or something of that sort, but she just looked down and continued walking with him.

Oh no. This has got to stop. Ever since that incident on the damned ferris wheel, they have not been… collaborating the way they used to. She would be examining the park while he did paper work, and he'd been on meetings when she'd go in the office. It has been happening for a week, and in that one week he realized he doesn't function the same way without Sento there.

She probably thought about it too, because just two days before the festival, she invited him for "business purposes."

He's going to fix whatever this is that happened, and everything will go back to normal. That's tonight's mission. Oh, and gather ideas and inspiration for the park too, how could he forget.

He was about to speak, to say what, he didn't exactly know, but he was saved by Sento, who said, "What's that?"

Kanie looked at the direction where she pointed. Oh, it was that game, that goldfish scooping game. "That's kingyo sukui. You basically have to catch the goldfish… why are you looking at me like that?"

"You don't like the game very much, do you?"

"No, I don't."

"I see… you always lose at that, don't you?"

He looked at her sharply. "What are you talking about? Of course not!"

"I know that look," she said, musing. "It's the same look you'd give an enemy."

They now stopped in front of booth of the said game, and Kanie slapped down his money for a try. He was never going to live this down. His pride was at stake. After explaining the game to Sento, the two of them crouched in front of the shallow pool, each with a net in one hand.

"You go first," she said, and he did. Well, he tried anyway, but the goldfish kept on evading Kanie's net. Soon enough, his net broke. It had been submerged in the water far too long.

It always happens! Kanie thought, and refused to look at Sento, or even glance at her. He bet she's smirking now, wearing that I-knew-it face.

(But what he didn't know was that she was looking at him the whole time, and he would have seen the faint blush on her cheeks if he hadn't refuse to look a her.)

"My turn, then." And with such force, she scooped her net in the water. She had a fish target, and would've gotten it if her net hadn't ripped.

"I- I failed."

"If you hadn't used too much power, you would have gotten it. Here, try again." Kanie handed her another net, but looking away as he did so. Sento accepted it, and tried again.

The rest of the time was spent without remembering that they had a mission to complete, even when they were on their way home. After the goldfish game (which Sento nailed after the third try, and decided to give the goldfish to the sulking Kanie), they tried a few other games while eating snacks in between. The joyous people surrounding them, the excited squeals and careless laughter, it was all so contagious. The tension they had earlier seemed to loosen that time.

But they decided to call it a night, and the rush they felt hours ago left them, and the tension tightened again.

In the office the next morning, a very tired Kanie was approached by Sento. "Yes?" he asked between yawns.

"We got too caught up last night, we forgot to get ideas from the attractions."

"Well, at least now you know what it's like to have fun." Kanie teased, and continued with a soft voice, "Well, I did keep something from last night."

Moffle was on his way to tell the manager and the secretary that the meeting that afternoon was unfortunately cancelled. He pushed the door open, but stopped when he heard, "We got too caught up last night, we forgot to get ideas from the attractions."

Ears getting bigger and bigger at each word spoken, Moffle tried to peek at them, but a water-full of bowl caused the subject to refract. What's this orange thing? Oh, a goldfish. Dammit. If he raised his head higher, he would surely be seen. He can't move his head to the left or right because they would notice the open door.

"Well, at least now you know what it's like to have fun."

I quit, Moffle thought. That was definitely them. Business purposes my ass. Let them go to that meeting alone.