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Cam was pleasantly full as she and Smith stepped out of the restaurant. The sky above was darkening, the clouds heavy with rain, but Cam couldn’t complain.
After all, she was walking the streets of Tokyo with Smith. He seemed to be in a good mood, insisting on stopping at any shop that caught her eye, buying anything and everything that she fancied, and sending it back to the hotel.
Mostly she was just wide-eyed, staring at the colorful array of signs covering everything, declaring what they sold in Japanese. Cam didn’t speak a single word of Japanese, but thus far she’d met only locals that spoke English, too.
They’d just had dinner at some fancy place, stuffing themselves with sushi until Cam complained that she was going to burst.
“Where should we go?” Smith asked.
She looked a
