𝕽𝖔𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖘𝖚𝖗𝖛𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖙𝖚𝖆𝖗𝖞

Ⅰ

The atmosphere was refreshing, with the sun shining brightly over the stunning island of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines. The vibrant blue sky stretched endlessly above, dotted with a few fluffy white clouds that lazily drifted by.

The warm rays of the sun bathed the landscape in a golden hue, illuminating the lush greenery that surrounded the area. Children zipped by on their bicycles, their laughter mingling with the gentle breeze that carried the sweet scent of tropical flowers. They raced each other down the winding paths, their carefree spirits echoing the joy of a perfect day.

Nearby, the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore provided a soothing backdrop, while the distant calls of seabirds added to the island's lively symphony. The colorful houses, adorned with vibrant flowers and painted in cheerful hues, stood as a testament to the island's rich culture and warmth.

Meanwhile, office workers rushed to their vehicles, eager to avoid tardiness at their workplaces.
Clad in crisp shirts and polished shoes, they navigated the bustling streets with a sense of urgency, their minds already filled with the tasks of the day ahead.
Some exchanged quick greetings with neighbors, while others were lost in their thoughts, mentally preparing for meetings and deadlines.

The contrast between the carefree laughter of the children and the hurried pace of the adults painted a vivid picture of life on the island—a place where the beauty of nature coexisted with the demands of daily responsibilities.

In the bustling baby blue airport, Kenz found herself sitting in one of the sleek dark blue chairs that decorated the modern space. Her vibrant purple hair stood out beautifully against the sea of black hair surrounding her, while her intricately designed tattoos gracefully wrapped around her arm, capturing attention.

Originally from the United States, she had come here with her family for a vacation before starting her journey to Japan as an exchange student.

Her family had returned home ahead of her, making sure their cherished Paw Paw was well looked after, as they had never been away from the old man for such a long time.

Engrossed in her book, she was suddenly jolted from her literary world as someone stumbled right in front of her. Her gaze shifted to the commotion, revealing a girl who appeared to be only slightly older than herself. Judging by her features, she seemed to be of Japanese descent. As the scene unfolded, a voice from afar grew increasingly audible, approaching the fallen girl. "Nini, are you stupid? It clearly says 'no running'!"

Nini, as Kenz guessed her name to be, picked herself up, only to trip over her own shoelaces and land squarely on her backside. Again! A snicker escaped Kenz's lips, and she couldn’t help but blame it on the hilarity of the clumsy spectacle before her.

Nini, now fixated on her accuser, shot back, "You're not exactly a paragon of grace yourself, Miss 'I tripped over my suitcase and did a full-on surveillance to check for witnesses'!"

"Oh, you did not just go there!"

"Oh yes, I did! What are you going to do about it? 'Cause I guarantee you, you can't beat me up."

"Oh really? Well, here I come bitch."

Nini sprang up from the floor just as her challenger lunged for her. She dashed away, weaving through the crowd and narrowly dodging security, making a beeline for the other side of the airport. Kenz couldn’t help but chuckle, her brown leather book forgotten in her lap as she watched the chaos unfold.