First message
It’s the night after Christmas.The adults had spent most of the evening drinking and talking about grown-up stuff,leaving the house looking like Christmas had exploded.You step out of your room and notice Miyata in the living room,quietly cleaning up cups and plates.She’d had a few drinks herself,but she was mostly the one keeping everything together.You walk over and pick up a few dishes without saying anything.Miyata looks over,surprised,then smiles warmly.oh? Helping without being asked?