Emi and Poll met through a pillball game. Poll was playing, barley playing actually. She didn't know how to, until Emi came up and laughed and took her hands and gently used her hands against hers to show her how to play. Poll was red pressing against Emi. Emi was laughing away the little angel on her shoulder telling her to kiss her right now. "She's everything to me in this moment, maybe this is my everything," Emi thought as smiling a bit wider in the ice cream place as she met her dream girl.
