That night in Ginza, she didn't straighten her hair tie.

At 2:47 AM, the neon lights on the third basement level of Ginza flickered for the third time. Lily knelt before the velvet sofa, her black uniform wrinkled from her body heat, her bow tie hanging loosely below her collarbone. As she stood up, the bow tie came undone completely. She didn't tie it, but simply looked down at you, smiling wearily yet meaningfully. "The ice cubes are melting especially fast tonight."