Hinasaki Miku - that girl from the bulletin board that he responded to once sometime yesterday. It felt like it had been a lot longer ago, but he was certain it was just yesterday. She was the one who had written in Japanese, wasn't she? He was certain of it, especially after her 'itadakimasu.' He dropped his gaze, bowing back. He always hated it when people stared at him, and yet he'd gone and done the same thing. He kept his eyes down, idly flicking another chip off his plate as he continued to nibble on the churro. "Aoyagi Ritsuka. And no, you don't. You're fine."

He didn't know how, but she was a miracle worker with that burrito - not a drop of it got on her despite how messy it looked. What else had she said on the bulletin board? It was something important, that much he could remember. Ritsuka looked toward the cafeteria doors and wondered where Seimei had gone to, when the memories flashed back into his head. Miku was the girl who'd also lost her camera. "Oh, hey - you're that photographer's assistant, aren't you? Did you ever find your camera?"