57 years ...

I sighed at that age. It seems that I have spent most of my life inventing. I provided Yusaku and Shinichi with information, take care of the detective boys and act as guardian for a girl who is actually already 20. I have hardly any social life and no love life either.

When I look back on my life like this, I remember the day that was 45 years ago. The day I first met her. Then I remember the day that was 5 years ago ...

It has become a daily habit to go to the park, stay there for a while, and sit under the trees. I especially like to do this in the fall, when the gingko leaves fell from the branches. The wind whirls the leaves around and I remember the day 45 years ago.

I don't lie when I say I didn't love her.

But it would be a lie for me to say that I had no feelings for her.Midori Tanigujie.

Funny that I'm thinking about it now. I had forgotten it for 45 years and now it is reappearing in my life thanks to five children and an invitation that fell behind the television. Maybe, even if I don't believe in it, there really is something called fate.

Ai is traveling with Conan and the others and left me here alone. But that doesn't matter, I'll take a break and go to the park.

And I did.

I sat on a bench near the gingko trees and watched children run past me.

The wind carried some gingko leaves over to me. One landed in my hand. 'How nice ...' I thought. Year after year, people change, but gingko leaves don't. Your beauty remains.

I smiled. When can I see her again? She and her hair, the same color as the trees. And I guess fate heard me

"Professor Agasa?"

I looked up and there she was.I nodded.

"Do you mind if I sit down with you?", She asked me, pointing to the empty seat next to me.

"No, have a seat."

She sat down and I played with the paper in my hand.

"People change year after year," she sighed. I looked at her. "Except these trees. Whenever I come here, I see them in their full glory."

I nodded. "That's true."

She smiled at me. "Where are your grandchildren?"

"My grandchildren?"

"The kids I saw the last time we met," she said when she noticed my confusion. "Aren't they your grandchildren?"

"No, no, they are not," I replied. "I just take care of the kids. I've been single for years." I smiled and scratched my head nervously.

"You are ..." she said, rather surprised. "I see ... well, would you like me a cup of coffee? We could talk a little."

"Sure ... but what is your husband to me?" I asked her when I remembered the man the other day."Man? Oh," she said then. "That was my mother's second husband. I, um, asked him if he could pretend he was my husband so that I wouldn't feel so uncomfortable if you were married."

"Oh," I replied, staring at the paper in my hand.

"So, would you like to have a coffee with me? I know a nice café that is near here.", She smiled.

I looked up and smiled at her. "It would be a pleasure."

I guess it's never too late to fall in love