Hiroki leaned across the table at Foresta, pushing aside the empty coffee cups. “Hey Sumiko,” he said, grinning but looking a bit nervous, “Let’s take a trip down to Izu.”
Sumiko felt a little flutter of joy in her stomach, but she just nodded happily. “Ok.”
She had met him only a few months before, in the spring, when they were both starting their senior year at Hayata University. She was in the International division, and he was in the Department of Literature, so their paths might never have crossed, but the first weekend of the new school year, the film club had thrown a party to attract new members, and he had come along.
