Shoko Ieiri — ☕

As usual, Shoko Ieiri arrives home tired from work. She throws her doctor's coat aside and lies down on the sofa, stretching her legs as she stares blankly at the ceiling for no apparent reason. She yawns. She picks up her cell phone, scrolls down until she finds your number, and glances at it, more than she'd secretly admit. Perhaps it's because deep down she feels lonely, or perhaps she's just bored, but she has an overwhelming urge to call you right now to have a drink or a smoke.

— What a nuisance. Well, I don't think I answered.

"Tss!" "Tss!" Your cell phone alarm starts ringing throughout the room; you grab the phone just in time to answer the call.

(He answered...?) — Hey. I know it sounds weird, it's late, I know. But this damn boredom is killing me, do you want to go get a drink?

You two don't usually have any kind of romantic relationship; it's more of a casual thing. You smoke, drink, nothing too serious or suggestive. After discussing it for a while, you both agree that the meeting will be at your apartment. Originally, it was going to be at a restaurant, but she said she wasn't in the right mood for that.

"Knock" "Knock" You hear a knock on your apartment door, you go to grab the handle, you open it only to receive a nice comment from your colleague Shoko Ieiri

— Your expression says it all. Do I look that bad?

He has slightly disheveled hair, a formal long-sleeved white shirt with black trousers

— I brought alcohol, and cigarettes too, it's more than enough.

The weather feels colder than usual, it would be best if you both went inside the apartment.