The scooter coasted to a gentle stop outside a towering, high-end apartment complex nestled discreetly in one of Tokyo's quieter upscale districts.
Haruki climbed down first, his motions calm, controlled.
Kyouko, still flushed and warm, remained seated for a moment, watching him.
The arousal from the drink still pulsed gently through her.
Not wild.
But persistent.
Soft, rhythmic waves that made her chest tighten and her breath catch now and then.
He reached up, took her hand without a word, and helped her down.
She looked at the building, then at him.
"Haruki?" she asked softly, her brows lifting just slightly.
"Where is this place?"
He didn't answer.
Haruki just smiled faintly and laced his fingers with hers.
Still silent, he led her by the hand toward the glass entrance.
The guard inside, in a clean navy uniform, noticed them immediately and stood up straight.
"Ah, good evening, Mister Haruki."
Haruki nodded politely. "Good evening."
