Flashback: The notification of 'Added' popped out on their screen, indicating the virtual connection of Kazuki and Asu built. None of them would realise a simple action would change their life- not until 72 hours later.
'One conversation can shift the direction of change forever. The little conversation that means world before we know it. When you blend the emotions of pleasure and anger, sorrow and joy into one conversation, the simple conversation is no longer a simple one.'
As the sun has gone to rest, the flamboyant horizon dimmed, announcing the arrival of night. The moon was nowhere to be seen, leaving only the luminous stars to illuminate the dark.
The city was brightened up with warm rays from the lamp posts and the cold lights from the neighbourhood.
In one of the thousand lightened up houses, there was Asu in an azure blue singlet and a white lounge shorts.
With her long hair clamped sloppily at the back of her head, she stood at the balcony. Her hazel eyes browsed through the rows of words.
"So, I put my right eye on and adjust the lens here before that..." she murmured the instruction written on the monochrome, thin booklet.
She closed her left eye and placed her right eye socket onto the eyepiece before reaching her slender fingers to scale.
She twisted the ring to the left slowly and to the right swiftly. Her vision through the lens changing from blur to dim, and from dim to vague.
Next, she turned another smaller scale ring casually; yet, the vision didn't appear to be any clearer.
"Just how this thing works... Mou, ii!" she yelled her frustration as she parted off from the telescope that stood proudly at the balcony.
Stepping back into the living room, she sat down onto the light grey carpet.
Her lips pouted, a mixed feeling of botheration and disappointment filled her emotion.
Frustrated for the arrogant president's expectation comes true, and disappointed for unable to sharpen her skill as she wished.
Her eyes rolled to the corners and gazed at the cellphone, which lying comfortably on top of the fluffy carpet.
Seeking help from the arrogant man isn't an ideal option for her, but arguably the last resort. After all, she didn't pick up the hobby with any companion.
She reached out to her cellphone and allowed the screen entering into her sight. A few taps before the name displayed on the interface.
Just by staring at his name is sufficient to replay the flashback of all the conversations they had- and her brows knitted unintentionally.
"Drastic times call for drastic measures. It is all for your own good sake, Asu." she spoke firmly to no one but herself before a sigh of defeat sneaked out from her lips.
Summoning all her determination, she tapped swiftly onto the blank space before reading it repeatedly.
'Is the telescope broken? The vision is never clear.' After the typed text message turned into a harlequin green bubble floating on top of the cloudy background, she locked her eyes onto the familiar interface. A hint of nervousness rose uncontrollably.
The vibration on the desk distracted him from the stack of paperwork, casting his eyes to glance over at the brightened screen.
A name that never once appeared on his cellphone displayed. Surprises and excitement from nowhere invaded into his emotion.
The widened lips soon accompanied with a raised brow as he read the sudden approach.
Putting his paperwork aside, his fingertips began to tap onto the virtual keyboard. 'Are your eyes going to blind soon? It's clearer than your newbie tool.' he replied.
The brief message tone played on her cellphone widened the eyes that glued onto the screen. Instantaneously, the inner voice in her head read the reply.
"What do you mean my eyes are blinding soon?!" she complained; yet, nothing that he can hear.
Deepening the wrinkles in between her brows, she tapped impulsively.
'My vision is greater than an owl! How do you know it's not the telescope's problem?' However, it doesn't take another second for her to tap the backspace repeatedly.
'My vision is greater than an owl! The telescope is not doing its job!' she hit the button to deliver the text message.
Just a moment after he placed the cellphone aside and picked up the paperwork again, the device vibrated.
Without laying a finger on his cellphone, his eyes skimmed through the floating green bubble at the bottom. "An owl...?" he repeated the word in the text message following by a snort.
Grabbing a hold of his cellphone, he leaned against the chair. Amusing and interesting, he felt.
'I checked the telescope before paying.' he typed before moving the flashing cursor to the front and added, 'Do you think I'm you?'
"What's it about me now?!" she yelled frustratingly at his tease, and transformed such thought into words immediately, 'What do you mean you're me?!'
Breathing heavier as she read her reply, Asu replaced the sentence with 'Who knows you might break it again when you carried it like last time.'
However, her mind told her that this wasn't the perfect counterattack.
Unintentionally, her intention of the message was out of her sight, took place by the ambition of winning over once again. 'Who knows you might break it again. It's not the first time.'
Giving up in getting along with the stack of documents, the president stood up from his seat and walked into the bedroom.
Flopping down onto the mattress, a heavy sigh escaped from his lips as he reached his index finger and thumb to rub his nose bridge.
"How many times have I repeated...?" he uttered with an undertone.
'I told you a million times, that was an accident.' he responded and gazed at the bubbles before the animated word of 'Typing' on the pearl white bubble.
The keyword of 'accident' somehow reminded her of all the incidents that happened in her recent days- which appeared to feature the grey-haired man.
'... And the accident happened again.' she clicked the 'Send' button.
Kazuki read her prompt reply once the animated word changed into a sentence. "Why does it sound so wrong now...?" he muttered before grinning from ear to ear.
'Accident doesn't happen all the time, baka. That's why it is called an accident. Mattaku...' he replied.
Climbing up to her bed with her chest pressing against the mattress, Asu rested her cheek on palm while fluttering her legs repeatedly.
"Who is he calling baka now?" despite the hidden enjoyment in her, she ranted softly before giving a second of thought of her reply.
'Then, it's an accidental accident that accidentally happened twice.' she typed; yet, the impatient man ignored the word of 'Typing' on the white bubble.