CINNAMON
He handed me the serving spoon, watched as I piled salad alongside my chicken.
"You'll see."
"At least let me know if I want to be here when they come."
"Of course you'll want to be here."
"You don't know that. Can you please just tell me who's coming?"
He nodded thoughtfully. "Just joking, no."
I drizzled olive oil over my greens, trying not to panic about this new development.
"You worry too much." He forked himself some cucumber. "The most important news is that we'll be heading back to the office Monday. Meaning we need to leave Japan Friday."
The piece of tomato in my mouth suddenly felt huge. I struggled to chew. Struggled harder to swallow.
I wasn't ready to go back to reality yet. Here, we could be free with what we shared. No judgment. No office politics. No pre
