Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best Friend-s Girlfrien... Instant

Erito had laughed then. He wasn’t laughing now. He was watching the way the condensation from her beer dripped down her index finger.

“Traffic,” Erito lied, stepping inside. Erito - Rina Kawamura - Best friend-s girlfrien...

“Can I ask you something?” Rina set her beer down. The clink of glass on the oak table was a small explosion. “Do you ever feel like you’re in the wrong story?” Erito had laughed then

“We can’t,” she said, but her body was still pressed against his, her heartbeat a wild drum against his ribs. “Traffic,” Erito lied, stepping inside

That was all.

Kaito found it in Rina’s coat pocket—a ramen shop in a neighborhood she had no reason to visit. The same neighborhood where Erito lived. Kaito was not stupid. He was a systems analyst. He spent his life connecting dots.

“I know,” he replied, and kissed her again.