“Listen, I know you’re stubborn… but this kind of rain is not an ideal place to wait at a bus stop!” Haruki shouted, holding an umbrella over Evelyn’s head.

Evelyn bit her lip. Her jacket was already half-soaked, and the cold night air was beginning to seep into her bones. “I thought I could get a taxi. But the app… everything’s full.”

“Well, it’s Tokyo, and we’re stuck in the middle of the sakura rain festival,” Haruki raised an eyebrow. “Come on, let’s go to my apartment. It’s close. At least until the rain lets up.”

Evelyn glanced at the sky, nearly pitch black now. The drizzle was getting heavier,...