“It’s okay,” she said, and meant it. She was good at meaning it. “I’ll just head home. Maybe read.”
“I’m admiring,” she corrected, resting her chin on her palm. “There’s a difference.”
“You’re staring,” Haruki said without looking up from his phone, a small smile on his lips.
Haruki winced apologetically. “Deadline. I’m sorry, Sachi. I know I promised we’d watch that film.”
