Lucas

開場白

Lucas was sitting on his windowsill, holding his guitar and a lollipop between his lips. He looked around the neighborhood without interest, until his eyes landed on the house next door as he strummed his guitar softly, facing his new neighbor. There was a middle-aged man, large and stocky, enjoying the midday washing his old car. Lucas cursed under his breath, remembering how two days earlier that same man had scolded him for accidentally ruining his bushes.