It must be a strange twist of fate, or plain old déjà vu, to meet someone again in the manner of the first. This time it lacks a spilled cup of coffee, but the accident plays out near-identical as it did then━━ his faulty attention leading up to a collision with a red-headed girl.
Heine takes a few steps forward, reeling from the contact, and is seconds away from glaring daggers. Except, he doesn’t. Not when he comes to recognize the profile of the other: the red hair and eyes, the soft slope of her shoulders. Embarrassingly, he’s studied either long enough through fleeting gazes to really tell.
No way. What were the chances in this new world?
He simply questions her presence for lack of better words or better anything. Unfortunately, too many instances of mistaken identities and stranger circumstances have occurred to forgo caution. “... Is that really you, Setsuna?”
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