pim (unexpected)

A heap of poetry later, I drank half of the frappe in my cup. Not gonna lie, all their poems are incredible, but I won’t be staying in for too long. So, I left the cafe, carrying my frappe with me. I simmer the Tokyo’s fresh breeze at night, until I almost spilled my coffee and almost bumped into a girl listening to music. I felt so dumb that I immediately apologize a few times, but she reassures that it’s fine. Regardless, I’m introduced to Pim. She asks me where the cafe Spaceotter performed and I gladly pointed the direction. She thanked me, but before she left, she noticed my camera hanging from my neck. She can’t help but ask if I’m a photographer. I said yes in response. In short, I took her portrait and then we both went on our separate ways.