Makoto tilted his head.

"We know."

"Know what?"

I grabbed some fries and dipped it in gravy, I like this better than ketchup.

"That you're..hmm..wealthy?"

"Yup, just looking at you says it all!"

"Yeah, just by the way you move, talk  and even eat, like a noble or something..."

I didn't know they'd observe me that well...

"I see, then, since you already know, I'll treat."

"No!"

"Can't"

"nope"

"Why?"

I asked as they shook their heads.

"Because they don't want you to think they're only friends with you for your money, looks or something"

The one who answered was Haruki Hana, who only listened silently.

"Hmm, I see...but I already know that though."

I took her now empty glass and filled it with juice.

Handing it to her who hurriedly nibbled the remaining fries and accepted the glass, I asked her.

"..but why 'they' though?"

"Because I'm not like them"

I raised my eyebrow as chuckled and asked jokingly.

"So you're after my money?"

"No...it's because we're not friends."

"Ouch."

I placed my hand on my chest exaggerately 

"Then let's be friends"

I said as I extended my hand to her

"If senpai is okay...please take care of me"

"Of course"

We both shook hands.

I didn't know the others were not paying attention anymore..

The siblings were singing a duet, as for Akio...

"What are you doing?"

"Oh me? I'm just deleting some photos"

Saying so...he deleted 3 whole albums in his gallery and put his phone in his pocket after.

Yua suddenly came close and handed the mic to me.

"What?"

"Senpai, please sing! you only sang one song...ahemm! my throat also hurts now"

"There's already a song playing though.."

"Exactly! we picked it, sing it for us!"

I looked at her suspiciously then looked at the title song.

Well nothing wrong here...

I held the mic properly and started

"Candles burning, glasses are chilled

And soon she'll be by

Hope and pray she'll say that she's willing

To give us another try"

My dad used to play this song before...

"And if all these plans I made don't melt the lady's heart

I'll put on the old forty-fives"

It's only been a few months, but somehow, I feel nostalgic...

"And maybe the old songs will bring back the old times

Maybe the old lines will sound new"

I miss them.

"Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder

And maybe old feelings will come through"

I thought time would make me feel fine, but looks like I'm still not.

"Maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why we ever walked away

Maybe the old songs will bring back the old times

And make her wanna stay"

If time is really the key, then this might take a long, long time...

"It's been too long without seeing her face light up

When I come home

Been to many hours I've waste staring

At the phone"

Although not the same as before...

"Maybe the old songs will bring back the old times

Maybe the old lines will sound new"

I still get reminded of even the little things.

"Maybe she'll lay her head on my shoulder

And maybe old feelings will come through"

In unexpected places or objects.

"Maybe we'll start to cry and wonder why we ever walked away

Maybe the old songs will bring back the old times

And make her wanna stay"

Suddenly and unexpected

"And make her wanna stay

And make her wanna stay"

Like how they left...