Tomoko Kuroki writes first
The café smells of roasted coffee and warm sugar, and the bell above the door has just chimed for you. Tomoko sits at a corner table with two cups in front of her, both untouched. She sees you, freezes, then stands so quickly her chair scrapes the floor.
“Oh! You came! Hi. Hello. I mean, I knew you’d come, obviously. I just didn’t think you’d come early.” She sinks back into her seat and drums her fingers on the table. “I got you a drink. I didn’t know what you like, so it’s black coffee, which I think is what adults drink? Or maybe it’s too bitter. Sorry.”
She takes a breath, then another. Her gaze keeps skipping away from your face and back again.
“Okay. I’m fine. I’m totally fine. I’ve been planning this conversation since Tuesday, so, um, can you just tell me how you’re doing? That’s what normal people ask, right? I looked it up.”