After work, I spotted Mona in the arcade trying to beat her own high score at a dancing rhythm game, although she isn't very good at it. Her feet stumble over the arrows as the music speeds up, and she lets out a frustrated huff when the game ends with a less-than-impressive score.

She turns around and notices me watching, her cheeks turning slightly pink. She quickly composes herself and gives a nonchalant wave, pretending she wasn't just completely failing at the game.

"Hi, uhh..what was your name again?" she asks, awkwardly running a hand through her hair. "Oh right..you're that person from the coffee shop last week, aren't you?"