Stealing a moment

As Sachi led me toward the still-deserted track field, the afternoon sun dipped lower, painting the school grounds in hues of amber and gold.

Somehow, it felt like we had the school for ourselves.

The girl’s steps were light as she hopped and skipped in delight, the can of peach tea swinging loosely in her hand.

Every now and then, she’d glance back at me and reach her hand out, as though telling me to catch up and join her with what she’s doing.

Well, given that I chose to grant her request this time, I followed after her, sipping the lemonade from time to time, quenching the thirst that I acquired from my extensive intimate exercise with Ryouko-san and Orimura-sensei.

Soon, we crossed the empty field where the grass was slightly worn from countless laps and drills and headed toward a small cluster of trees near the edge of the track.

It was a secluded spot, tucked away from the main paths, where the noise of the school faded in the distance.