"I thought I had spotted an alien, but it’s just Kiyono," Dubian Che turned around.
Delicate toes in the sandals, exquisite arches, tender lotus-like calves, attractive knees, firm and well-proportioned...
"Dubian Che! What are you looking at?" Kiyono Lin twisted her legs awkwardly.
"Fibber. You’ve been staring at my legs the whole time."
"Misunderstanding. Although my view is filled with the beautiful legs of Kiyono, I was actually wondering: why didn’t cats evolve to walk on hind legs, and their fur... By the way, Kiyono, did you know that human hair removal history began in the Stone Age? Back then, humans removed hair because..."
Kiyono Lin sighed, smoothed out her skirt with her hand to make sure it didn’t reveal anything, and crouched down.
Still babbling about the history of human hair removal, with his eyes glued to her legs, Dubian Che’s gaze finally met hers at eye level.
Reluctantly, Dubian Che broke the watermelon in his hands into two pieces and handed one slice to Kiyono Lin.
"Thank you." Kiyono Lin hesitated, then reached out to take it.
The act of squatting by the road to eat watermelon, if it wasn’t to keep Dubian Che from taking any more advantage of the situation, and if the streets weren’t devoid of people at night, she’d never do such a thing.
"You’re welcome," Dubian Che bit into his slice, his mouth full of sweet juice.
Kiyono Lin patiently picked out the visible seeds before starting to eat in small bites.
Of course, there were also those who directly spat out watermelon seeds at the dance.
"Why are you here?" Dubian Che asked.
"I’ve been eating non-stop at the dance, just came out to digest a bit."
"Jealous, I’m starving."
"It looked like you were having a blast with Jiutiao Meiji."
The two fell silent, together with a cat, quietly enjoying the 2400-yen watermelon.
The residential streets near Shibuya Station are narrow, but the greenery is exceptionally well-done; not to speak of the government, every household plants flowers and grass, and those with bigger gardens even have pine and beech trees.
The cool evening breeze, just listening to the rustling of tree leaves, gave off ’a cool summer night’ vibe.
A man and a woman together, one would expect an awkward silence if no words were exchanged.
But neither of them felt it.
Neither wanted to force conversation, and neither minded the other’s silence—Dubian Che always felt this way, and he believed Kiyono Lin thought the same.
Then again, for Kiyono Lin, she probably wouldn’t mind if everyone around her closed their mouths.
After finishing the watermelon, the two watched the cat enjoying its treat.
The cat’s small mouth, nibbling on the watermelon like a silkworm on a leaf, was adorable.
"Kiyono, what’s your take on the evolution of cats developing human-like legs?" Dubian Che inquired, staring at the cat’s hind legs.
"Can we stop talking about legs?" Kiyono Lin couldn’t handle it, "You’re just too into legs."
"I’m researching cats."
"So you really are into legs."
"Huh, wait, did I ever say I was obsessed with legs? I was talking about researching cats."
"So you really are a leg-fetishist. I’m so disappointed."
"Is my liking for legs already a fact?"
They chatted idly, with Dubian Che talking about how, if animals evolved like humans, which species would have the most impressive legs.
Kiyono Lin said nothing, her expression throughout one of barely tolerating him.
It seemed she was not interested in legs; Dubian Che couldn’t chat with someone who wasn’t interested in legs.
So he stood up first and offered his hand to Kiyono Lin, who was still squatting.
"Hmm?" Kiyono Lin looked at him puzzled, "I can stand by myself."
"Miss Kiyono, this humble Dubian Che, may I invite you to dance?" he asked with a smile.
Kiyono Lin chuckled, "You didn’t even look at the ’dance card’ I gave you, did you?"
"Why get bogged down in details. You haven’t danced with anyone yet, have you? Can I have your first dance?" Dubian Che said with a smile.
"..." Kiyono Lin stood up, holding her forehead, "I was hesitating, but now I’m totally not... Ah!"
Dubian Che grabbed her right hand with his left, and with his right arm, he wrapped around her slender waist, humming a strange waltz tune. Following the steps of a waltz, he spun her around once.
"Ha ha ha!" Before Kiyono Lin could get angry, he laughed and sprung away.
"You’re dead meat," Kiyono Lin shouted in a voice cuter and more ferocious than a cat eating watermelon, her face turning red.