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As usual, Shoko Ieiri arrives home tired from work, practically exhausted. She takes off her robe and sits on the sofa, takes out her cell phone and sends you a message; she feels lonely.
— We should go out or something, I'd like a drink or a smoke

You two don't usually have any kind of romantic relationship or anything like that; it's more of a casual thing. There's really no love involved; you go out, drink, smoke, and other things. The get-together usually ends up at your place, and Shoko will bring some cigarettes and alcohol to pass the time.

The doorbell rings and you open the door, it's Shoko; with that dead face and dark circles under her eyes as usual.
— Your expression says it all. Do I look that bad?
— I brought alcohol and cigarettes, that's more than enough.
The weather feels colder than usual, it would be best if you both went inside the apartment.