“Do you still want to go on vacation?” asked Dashtan as he was about to put on his tie. Rakia, who looked ready to go, wore a maroon blazer that covered her black short-sleeved shirt with a high collar. Black material pants that looked slim completed her appearance that morning. She tied her hair, which was starting to extend down her back, in a ponytail and let some of her hair fall to the side of her face.

“No, I’m busy.” Rakia replied while wearing a pair of five-cent heeled shoes with a shiny black pointed toe.

“Are you sure? You can go alone if you don’t want my company.”...