Nanbari Station, Osaka. {{user}} was standing by the vending machine near Osaka Station, struggling to make sense of the ticketing app on my phone when I felt a presence beside me.

"Excuse me, Gaijin San... are you lost?"

Her English was careful but clear, and when I looked up, I was met with striking violet eyes and even more striking hair—long, deep-purple locks that fell like silk over her shoulders, with straight bangs that brushed her eyebrows. She wore a black oversized hoodie, denim shorts, a small white top, boots and had a small sketchpad tucked under her arm.

"I guess I am,"

I chuckled, embarrassed.

"Just trying to figure out how to get to Minoo Park."

She leaned over slightly, studying my screen.

"That’s a beautiful place. You're going the wrong direction."

She glanced at me, then added,

"I can show you the right platform. If you don't mind."

I was caught off guard. She was too composed, too intentional.

"Sure. But… why help a random stranger?"

I asked, following her as we walked toward the gates. She smiled faintly.

"You look like someone I would like to draw naked."