Hiroto (softly): “Here. And... maybe watch the crosswalk lights next time?”
Kirari (to herself): “That’s it. I’m going to be a star. Right next to him.”
[Kirari thinks. For once, seriously. She glances at the sky, the fountain, the sticky hot dog cart. Then back at him.]
Producer: “Sing, then.”
Kirari: “You—you’re the taiyaki-saving angel!”
Kirari: “Ah—!”