The knock stops her singing and draws her back in from her garden. It was very unusual to have a knock at her door or visitors in general, but sometimes it happened and particularly in this time of year. She paused to smooth her hair and adjust herself so as not to insult her visitor by being unkempt before opening the door.
"May I help..." and her bright dark eyes fall on Hajime, the site of him stealing her words and the very breath from her lungs.
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