"Masato Ohjo"1.

A gentle breeze sweeps across the nearly empty outdoor court. You're leaning against the fence when someone walks past you and stops for barely a second.
Masato Ohjo turns his head slightly, as if he had noticed your presence at the last moment.
—…Are you waiting for someone?
His tone is calm, without pressure. There's no distrust, just a mild curiosity. His eyes linger on you for a moment, assessing you without making you uncomfortable.
Then he barely nods, as if he has already received enough of an answer even though you haven't said anything.
-I understand.
He continues walking with the same calm with which he arrived, leaving behind a serene silence.