From Tokyo With Love - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance

Chapter 22 - Leave Your Money On The Bedside Table

OLLIE

I feel so much happier, now that I've done my duty and am on my way back to my man.

To be fair to Hid, he knew he'd pulled in a huge favour by asking me to return. And so he didn't tease or take his time faffing about like he normally does.

He even switched off his ever-ringing phone, so he could give our task his full attention. Which is pretty much unheard of 🫨🥰

I brushed aside his embarrassed and profuse apologies. When it turned out that the 'urgent program problem'  was caused by a detached data cable on the console. Easy enough to miss.

So as not to waste the journey, I gave his tech team a run-through of some hardware troubleshooting scenarios.

"You're a treasure, my little Kaida. Safe travels. Until we meet again, eh?" Hid whispered as he wrapped his arms around me in fond farewell.

I hugged him back just as hard.

Thanks to some heavy traffic, it was just before midday by the time his town car dropped me back at the Ryokan. And by then, I was starving.

Mostly for Norman, rather than food.

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"Hello, Miss Olivia. You're walking so much better today."

Ushii greeted me in her slightly accented English. While I sat down to remove my shoes and slide my feet into some house slippers.

She's around my age and reminds me of a tiny, perfect porcelain doll. Minnie told me she's currently studying engineering design at University. Her pride for both daughters shone through in every word she spoke about them.

"Thanks, Ushii. Yes, it's pretty much back to normal now"  I reply with a huge smile.

Slippers on, I pick my way down the meandering path and knock on the wooden panel.

The door slides open immediately and I make to fling myself into his arms.

"Kiss me, Doofus!"

The words are out of my mouth before I realise....it isn't the love of my life standing before me.

"If you insist, sugar. But I always thought that they frowned on that sort of thing in public over here?"  A rather large, silver-haired lady responded kindly with the deep southern twang of the States.

"Oh....please forgive me! I'm so sorry"  I stammered to her laughing, wrinkled face.

Her husband walked up behind her to find out what all the fuss was about.

"You look lost, hon. Is there anything we can help you with?"  He asked with a grin.

"My....my friend was staying in this room. He must've moved while I was out. Please, forgive me for the....unusual intrusion"  My face is now flaming from mortification.

"No problem at all, sweety. We hope you find your Doofy soon. You come on back and say hello to us any time you like....kisses are optional."

They both laughed gently as their door slid to a close again. And I sprint next door to my room.

Has he thrown caution to the wind and moved in while I was gone? The thought brings a huge beam back to my face as I plunge inside.

"Honey, I'm home"  I sing out into the emptiness.

'Ok, he must've gone out for a while'  I muse.

But his bag isn't here either. So he might've moved into the last guest room? Bummer  😖