It's six in the evening, the sky is darker than usual, with the clouds heavy with rain.

We duck into a small coffee shop that I frequent on my mornings before work, to get out of the rain and to chat.

But when we sit down after ordering our drinks, I can't find words. My head is a mess.

And he just sits right across from me, smirking slightly. He peels off his raincoat (oh, he had one...) and hangs it on the back of his chair.

I puff my cheeks out and space out, trying to gather my thoughts.

Then, poke. Air escapes through my lips and I snap back to reality. And there he is, a huge grin on his face and one forefinger extended before him.

“Ichi…”

“Oh, finally you talk.”

I glare at the happy idiot in front of me. His pranks can be endless.