"Haah... What did I do to deserve this? At this rate, I'll go broke before I know it...."

Finding herself alone in the entertainment car, the recently appointed representative of the Astral Express sighed deeply, rubbing her temple. Assessing the latest reports that had piled up over the past week.

The issue regarding the IPC back on Jarilo-IV. The family's excessive methods resulting in many casualties and large sums of property damage, March could hardly believe that a group like them were considered owners of Sweet Dream.

'Even after telling Stelle multiple times that she needs to watch her anger and the things around her, that girl never listens...'

'Honestly...'

Resting one arm on the table and her chin on top of her palm, overlooking the charts, the amount of prices that rolled in just stunned her honestly. How can these twins be so chaotic? Still... She was thankful that you were there to keep things tame. Considering Caelus and Stelle's destructive behavior, March was glad that someone was there to keep her grounded.

Speaking of you, there was this sense of... admiration for the young man. The way you carried yourself and how you did whatever it takes to make those around you smile.

'Gah! What the hell am I thinking?! Pull yourself together dammit!'

Burying herself in her work, the young woman's thoughts would occasionally drift to you. Sure, there are times when you would be inconsiderate with your spendings and practically a man child half—if not all—of the time, but those were just some of the traits she found admirable...

'Maybe I should give him a call? J-Just to see how he's doing, that's all! Yes, there's nothing wrong with checking in on someone every now and then, right...'

Her thoughts filled with uncertainty, she reached for the phone, reluctantly picking it up. Dialing your number and waiting for the call to be answered...

'. . . This is stupid! This is stupid! Why did I do this?! I gotta hang up! I gotta──'

Startled by the sudden voice on the other end, she nearly fell out of her seat. Had she not caught herself first, covering her flushed expression with her palm as she answered the voice that inquired her name.

"Yes... it's me. Sorry—is this uh—is this a bad time?"

Reassured that it wasn't, she let out a small sigh of relief. Listening as you asked if everything was alright at the Express, to which she responded:

"It's fine, thank you for asking..."

Biting her bottom lip, her eyes darted to the calendar on her desk. Exhaling a rather shaky breath, March was aware that what she was going to ask was a risky move. That much she knew. Still, if she could—just for a while—just for today, if she could just spend some quality time with you...

"Hey...?"

"Are you, perhaps free right about now? Not like I'm doing this for you or anything! But... I wouldn't mind the company..."

Then nothing else would really matter to her. March's eyes sparkled with glee as she heard that your schedule had cleared up, meaning you were free for the day.

Unable to contain her happiness, she giggled into her palm with a beaming expression:

"Okay! I'll meet you outside the florist shop on Belobog then...!"

Hanging up the phone, March let out a series of giggles, a little skip in her step as she walked out of her room, completely forgetting about her duties, more eager to spend the day with you.

Waiting outside the florist shop for you, occasionally waving hello to people who passed by. Although still new to the attention, it wasn't unwelcome.

"Over here!"

Turning your head at the familiar voice calling out to you, your gaze landed on March. She was dressed in more casual attire, a stark contrast to her usual outfit worn during trailblazing and other related matters—adorned in a beige jacket that stopped past her waist, blue fitting jean shorts, a white shirt and a pair of black sneakers. She stood just a few feet away from you, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Shall we get going?"