A few days later:
When I open the door, Naoya is standing there in a striped t-shirt and jeans holding up a white box. “I brought dessert.”
I take the box from him. “Thanks. You look nice.”
“So do you. Can I help you with anything?”
I see Shige arrive at the gate, staying there as if trying not to interrupt. “Can you check on the food? I’ll
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