Convergence.

They were facetiously composed and carelessly scattered.

Random faces perforated the building, occasionally giving rise to brushed elbows and clattering racks.

A single figure turned her head. The familiar mien was that of YL's.

Nettles nodded and shadows spawned.

Such leagues apart, there and then, the street sounded to their tread.

As thaw followed froze, Mich averted her gaze and walked away.