Chapter 6At the door of his apartment, Hiroshi fumbled with his key, wondering what his own blood alcohol level was. At the izakaya, Takamatsu and Sakaguchi kept ordering food and sake, and Hiroshi followed along. He lost count of the cups of sake and took a taxi home.
When he got the door open he stepped inside, and the door slammed shut faster than he wanted.
“O-kaeri-nasai,” Ayana mumbled.
“Tadaima,” Hiroshi shouted, trying his best to sound sober.
He bumped against the wall as he peeled off his shoes and walked into the living room with as much balance as he could muster.
Ayana sat up from the sofa rubbing her face.
“Were you sleeping?” Hiroshi asked. He pulled off his coat and tossed it on a chair. “Is the reshelving all finished?”
“Reshelving the archives is never going to fin
