Mitsuki sobered quickly at Haruka's words. She had forgotten her facade. Quiet girl. Bookish girl. A girl who did not need attention. Not a girl who would be thrillseeking. Not a girl who would be smirking and laughing at a reflection or a spirit or a trespasser in the old building. 

Or a splatter of red. Paint? Blood? Neither evaporated quite like the splatter had. There was something going on in there. She was sure of it now.

A chill ran down her spine. She was excited and a bit spooked and blushing at the mention of a secret crush all at the same time. But she had a facade to keep up.

"O-oh. Sorry. Really! I'm, uh, Mitsuki- I just thought you were someone else." She stuttered out that excuse as quiet as she could. Forced a smile and bowed awkwardly and excused herself.

If her words came out a bit fake it hardly mattered. She was sure she would never see Haruka again. Not in anything familiar enough to matter.

But she would be back for sure. Forget the coming rain. Forget the wished-for typhoon. Now it was the mysteries of the old building that weighed on her mind. When there was no one around to watch her, she would be back. The excitement could keep until then.

Mitsuki skipped all the way home. She only stopped when she almost ran into a truck.