Osamu was nervous. A second date with Hanamaki. It was New Year's Eve, and they were going to a food truck festival before they rang at the temple on the hill in the new year.

He could already tell some of the food trucks were lacking, so he planned on staying away from them. He couldn't judge; after all, he started as a food stand outside the stadium when his brother played, but some of the idiots here just threw something together for the night.

He texted Hanamaki that he was here and put it in his pocket before tucking his hands into his sleeves. It was chilly but not as cold as it could be.