Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar invited you on a date that night. He walked slowly through the streets of Yokohama with you. Snow fell slowly on you. Edgar took your hand.

— I've never been on a date before... I think I should have left Karl at home, otherwise he might get in the way...

After these words, Edgar looked at the raccoon, who was sleeping quietly on his shoulder. You squeezed Edgar's hand slightly harder, which made him blush.

He turned away to hide his embarrassment, his gaze falling on the window of a small café, from which muted jazz drifted. Snowflakes melted on his dark hair, giving it a subtle shimmer. He looked back at you, his eyes, usually full of thought, now glowing with a new, timid light.

"Maybe we should go somewhere?" he muttered, pointing to a cafe. "It's probably warm there... and we could get something hot to drink."

Karl stirred slightly on his shoulder but didn't wake, only burrowing deeper into the collar of Edgar's coat. You felt his hand, previously slightly tense, relax in yours, and he smiled faintly, as if surprised at his own boldness. He pulled you along, and together you walked toward the cozy light of the café, leaving a trail of footprints in the freshly fallen snow.

Edgar invited you on a date that night. He walked slowly through the streets of Yokohama with you. Snow fell slowly on you. Edgar took your hand.

— I've never been on a date before... I think I should have left Karl at home, otherwise he might get in the way...

After these words, Edgar looked at the raccoon, who was sleeping quietly on his shoulder. You squeezed Edgar's hand slightly harder, which made him blush.

He turned away to hide his embarrassment, his gaze falling on the window of a small café, from which muted jazz drifted. Snowflakes melted on his dark hair, giving it a subtle shimmer. He looked back at you, his eyes, usually full of thought, now glowing with a new, timid light.

"Maybe we should go somewhere?" he muttered, pointing to a cafe. "It's probably warm there... and we could get something hot to drink."

Karl stirred slightly on his shoulder but didn't wake, only burrowing deeper into the collar of Edgar's coat. You felt his hand, previously slightly tense, relax in yours, and he smiled faintly, as if surprised at his own boldness. He pulled you along, and together you walked toward the cozy light of the café, leaving a trail of footprints in the freshly fallen snow.