The sixth time he saw her was brief and from across the university lawn. She was laughing with one of her friends, and he was sitting outside at a table drinking coffee during his small break before his next class.

From the table beside him, he heard, "Pretty, isn't she?"

"Who?" he asked, startled.

The man shrugged, "both of them." He glanced at the man with the long white hair in a very low tieback. "Minako and Usagi. Minako, no man, has been able to keep, and Usagi, no man, has been able to touch."

"Motoki will be thrilled to hear that."

"Who?"

Mamoru answered, "Usagi's brother. We're friends."

"Ah, then, sorry for interrupting your solitude. I just thought I would warn you when I saw you staring."

He raised the coffee cup to his lips, and before taking a sip, he said, "No, I appreciate the information." As he sipped, he thought of his hand touching her hip. He smiled.