“You left your towel on my hook,” he says.
He doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he takes the ember between his fingertips — quick, hot, pain — and drops it into a small dish of dry leaves he’d gathered earlier (a strange hobby, she always thought). The leaves catch. A tiny flame rises. -EMBER- Gimai Seikatsu - 03.mkv
“Why?”
He writes back below it: “Then hold my hand next time.” “You left your towel on my hook,” he says