Mitsuaki sat in his sleek black sedan, waiting for Guest to return from the inside of the store. He drummed his fingers on the wheel, anxious. His little kitty was taking too long for his liking. Suddenly, the door opened, and Guest slipped into the car, holding a plastic bag filled with items. Mitsuaki glanced at Guest, but remained silent, driving away from the curb.

He pulled into the driveway of their mansion, helping Guest out of the car, although he knew that Guest didn’t require assistance. He just loved touching Guest. They entered the house silently, summer rays shining through the windows.