The festival buzzed with energy, a kaleidoscope of lights, laughter, and the scent of grilled seafood. Shiori, amidst the vibrant chaos, felt a knot of anxiety tightening in her chest. She hadn't seen Rei since the shop incident, and her mind replayed the lingering touch, the charged silence, the unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air.
As Shiori arranged a display of festival lanterns, a familiar voice broke through the festive din.
"Shiori?"
Her heart leaped into her throat. She turned, her gaze meeting the warm, familiar eyes of her ex-boyfriend, Kenzo. He looked as handsome as ever, a charming smile on his face, a bouquet of lilies in hand.
"Kenzo," Shiori greeted, her voice betraying a hint of unease.
Kenzo's smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I saw the shop was decorated for the festival. I had to come by and see it."
"It's nice to see you," Shiori managed, her gaze drifting towards the back of the shop, searching for Rei.
Kenzo stepped closer, his presence radiating a warmth that felt both comforting and suffocating. "You look beautiful," he said, his gaze lingering on Shiori's face.
"Thank you," Shiori replied, her cheeks flushing. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing she was being dismissive, but the sight of Kenzo triggered a wave of memories, of promises broken and a love that had faded too quickly.
"I've been thinking about you," Kenzo continued, his voice soft. "I know things didn't end well between us, but I still care about you."
Before Shiori could respond, a shadow fell over them. Rei stood behind Kenzo, her expression unreadable. She held a vase of marigolds, their vibrant orange blooms a stark contrast to the cool, controlled composure on her face.
"Shiori," Rei said, her voice a quiet murmur, her eyes fixed on Shiori.
The air crackled with unspoken tension. Shiori felt trapped between the warmth of a familiar past and the pull of a burgeoning present, unsure of which path to choose.