Red Sweaters

She had a salty smile and Pacific smell that reminded Kenma of the ocean.

Which was, he supposed, apart of her islander charm.

Tachibana Shou realized that the chances of her going back to being the girl with a tanned complexion and breeze blown hair were very, very slim as she gazed up at the endless, other worldly concrete jungle that was Tokyo, Japan.

But, before she could worry about that, whether or not she'd eventually get trampled by some intense cyclist on the sidewalk was the main concern.