On a February day, leaving the editorial office in Shibuya under light rain, I board the Shonan-Shinjuku Line heading to Kamakura. At 12:45 PM, I successfully meet up with Maki at the station. Unexpectedly, despite the cold, Maki is wearing short shorts. We walk along Komachi Street toward Tsurugaoka Hachimangu Shrine, stopping for a light meal at a specialty tororo restaurant. Since Maki mentions wanting something sweet, we head to a traditional zenzai shop. By 3:30 PM, we check into a hotel with ocean views. Once inside the room, Maki's surfer-girl excitement rises, and she shares her fantasy of having sex in such a scenic location. Amid Kamakura's unique blend of nature and urban charm, the deepening connection between us becomes palpable.