It is a nice moment. Somewhere between the lights, the mood.. the warmth of having someone so close to you, even though it's winter.

The physical touch they share through their joint hands. Through that head resting against her own.

The steady thrum of her beating heart inside of her chest.

Even though Minako is a natural chatterbox, it seems like even she is so overwhelmed by this moment that she doesn't need to speak. Instead she just stands there, enjoying the moment quietly right alongside Monika.

.. she could get used to this.