Hiroshi took a taxi home. It was just a ten-minute ride and he got out a few blocks from the apartment to let the cool autumn air clear out the sake and frustration. He didn’t want to think, which is what he’d done all day. He just wanted to walk. As always in Tokyo, he wasn’t the only one out walking around. He headed home.
In the apartment, all the lights were on. Ayana was usually the one trying to conserve resources. Hiroshi clicked off the switches as he headed to the bedroom.
Ayana had taken over the bed with an iPad, two laptops, and papers strewn every which way.
Hiroshi dropped on the bed and bounced.
“You’re messing up everything.” Ayana screamed, snatching at the papers.
He breathed out on her before closing in for a kiss. “See? Not drunk.”
Ayana pecked his lips and pushed
