Soujiro looked back at Claire, which was already looking at him. He froze as he looks into her eyes, admiring the color of it. It's kinda like time stopped for some reason. Why is his heart racing? Why is his face red? Why is he glad that he's holding her hand? All these questions, forming in his head, all circling around one answer. He wanted to look away like he usually would, but he couldn't. He wanted to go back to eating his muffin, but he didn't. What was going on?