I might have overslept. I mean, I don’t remember getting a blanket or a pillow; I might have gotten them from one of the flight attendants. I slept really deep.
I woke up ravenous, thank God the flight wasn’t long, just a quick trip from Tokyo to Kyoto. Not even up to an hour.
After Bastard and I alighted from the plane, he told the driver to take us to some high-class restaurant for lunch. The steak was f*****g amazing, ten over ten, I’d worship Bastard if it gets him to bring us there again. Though, considering the appalled look on his face when I devoured that steak, it might not be possible. Sigh.
Speaking of Bastard, he seems to be in a really good mood, seeing as he’s treating me to a meal. It could be my lucky day. Maybe he’s finally seeing my worth and…
“You can go back, my se
