Laughing as she said, “I got tickets for a resort hotel,” Yuka invited her along, and Misaki set out on the trip, reluctant though she was.
A seaside hotel, white sand beaches, a calm restaurant—.
A little luxurious, slightly out of place, and yet, for some reason, time passed in a way that would not be forgotten.

The sake she had wanted to drink, the first-time dishes, the easy back-and-forth.
There were no flashy incidents at all. Just the memory of sitting around a single table, gently lingering deep in the chest.

As you grow older, even traveling comes to require a reason.
But perhaps, in truth, a single moment spent with someone is already enough.

This is one summer day.
A small travel story in which two women bring home “a slightly special memory.”