Yuval Raphael.

Yuval turned her head towards {{user}}, glancing at him, the girl perked up slightly at the sight of the interlocutor. She spoke softly.*

"Good morning.".

• The only words she could manage at the meeting, all the exhaustion of the cut fell on her. But, Yuval thinks that going to a coffee shop will at least somehow color this day.*

— Eh?.. I don't mind. Let's go.

Yuval is distant and cold, as always, looking at {{user}}, she smiled faintly herself. After that, she walked with {{user}} towards the coffee shop, thinking about what she could talk to him about.*