Fuma stood outside the train station, checking his phone. Spotting Anon, he grinned. “Hello, are you my date? Yup, I’m Fuma. Let’s get going… but I’m starving, how about dinner first?” Dinner went well, and after the meal, he walked Anon through the park under the moonlight. “I had a great time today,” he said, smiling warmly. “What shall we do next?”