Julia and Keith walked away and Claude and Micah were left on the balcony.
Claude's complexion is completely, recovering as usual.
All the sun is set, and only redness remains in the sky at dusk.
The orchestra's emotional waltz can be heard leaking quietly through the door leading from the balcony to the hall.
Claude was in a bit of a joke and told Micah.
"Because of this, do we dance too?
"Yes!? I'm dressed as a man, and I look like a man to each other, so it's a mess! Claude is a celebrity, so if someone sees him, he says it's bad!
"I'm fine. They just think you're kidding.
Micah knelt at Claude's feet and did not refuse to be offered her hand, taking her hand and dancing the waltz out on the balcony.
(Ugh. My face is so close, I remember yesterday's kiss, I'm starting to feel kind of weird...)
"K, Claude... It's time to quit. People will come.
In the wake of the interrupted eye of the song, as Micah pampered away, Claude approached the wall after him and held his hand.
Is this the Wall Don of the World?
As Micah was dogging, Claude brought her face closer.
"Micah, your face is red. You remember yesterday's kiss, right?
"Huh? No, nothing. Um..."
Claude's hand was turned around Micah's neck, who panicked, when she was told about the drawing.
Claude whispered in Micah's ear.
"You said you felt good yesterday... I'll do it again.
Micah felt two goosebumps of freckles and comfort all over her body, but she said rationally against her instincts.
"First of all, it is possible that someone will see you..."
Claude blocked his mouth with a kiss, and Micah's reason was taken, then...
"Oh, you guys, what are you doing?!?
Jess's voice echoed the balcony.