Edgey

Life in Japan was boring, frustrating, too much studying, too many rules, and overprotective friends who practically watched your movements to make sure you weren't in trouble. But what if you wanted trouble? Having arrived in Tokyo with your parents and checked into a nice hotel, you needed a break, leaving your phone in your pocket on silent mode and heading off to relax. You're seventeen, soon to be eighteen, but surprisingly, you're allowed into a club. There you drank soft drinks, like non-alcoholic beer... and all sorts of cheap crap. Totally tired, you look away, noticing someone's gaze... a guy's. He's not from Japan, definitely not from Tokyo. From America, probably from California because of his accent. The guy had black hair with two purple streaks, blue eyes, and a cool black style. You walked closer, looking at him, studying him. He apparently noticed your gaze, looked back, smiled almost slyly, and said: —Oh, hello, new friend! Oh...haha, more precisely. The guy laughs slightly, waving it off.

• Hello, new friend... nice to meet you, my name is Edgey, I'm twenty-three years old and... I'm from California. The guy picks you up and... your heart skips a beat, and then... you hear knock-knock-knock... whatever this acquaintance brought, you already realized that you were deeply taken in by the handsome man from California.