The next morning, it was still raining.
Early in the morning, a call from Kawashima Miki came through.
"Are you up yet?"
"Uh..."
"You're going home today, why aren't you up yet?"
"Oh, I know."
"Fukaeri and I are coming to pick you up."
"Both of you?"
"Yeah."
"How about I go..."
"Beep——"
Kawashima Miki hung up without any hesitation.
Fujiwara Reya lay in bed, rubbed his eyes, and then got up to wash his face and brush his teeth in the bathroom.
The minty toothpaste was always so annoying.
"Gargle, gargle..."
"Ptooey——"
After washing his face, Fujiwara Reya sat on the sofa, ate an apple, and thought about how to introduce Yukino Ritsuko to the other women.
On the table to his left, there was a stack of Proust's "In Search of Lost Time." A total of five volumes, not new, showing signs of having been read. He picked up one and flipped through it, along with a few magazines, both weekly and monthly.
Within half an hour, the sound of a supercar's engine roared outside.
