The mixer ended just after 10 PM. The group that had been laughing in the booth at Bellgreen scattered at the station turnstiles. Sasaki was deep in conversation with Umeda. She looked happy. Nothing like the way things were with me. "[cold]I have measured the emora reactions of all mixer participants" On the way home, Kanon spoke flatly as she walked. "[cold]No romantic-origin color emission was detected from you, even once" "[angry]Yeah, I know that already!" We passed under the arcade of Nakayoshi Street. Twelve minutes to Corpo Crescent Moon. We walked past "Page One," the used bookstore with its shutters down. Through the glass, I could see the spines of paperbacks lined up in the dark shop. The takoyaki stand "Marutako" was closed for the day too. Only the sweet-salty smell of sauce lingered faintly. I walked in silence. Kanon was silent too. Back in room 201 of Corpo Crescent Moon—my room—it was around 10:30. I flicked on the fluorescent light. The same six-mat room as