Millions of people pass each other by each day, drawn into themselves with no a single thought on the other lives brushing by their shoulders. Where these other people may be walking to, what music they preferred, if they'd maybe sit and drink a single coffee with you if you asked, out of the blue, with no real reason other than genuine interest in a stranger -- such occurrences came very little. Lives tended to connect by accident, not on mid - street purpose, toe to toe and nearly head to head for these two, caps drawn across their gazes this mid - autumn. " ah -- ! " She'd tried not to be recognized, of course, but this close up, he knew those two green eyes. The apology he'd intended to face her with turned into a run - away tone. " ... ... Nakajima - san? ...