Reo and Me

Eleven {Jū Ichi}

My outfit for the night were white jeans, a black loose spaghetti strapped top and the classic overcoat. I wore my black heels beneath and stuffed my things into a smaller purse I was carrying.

It was already late when I was walking to the intersection we had promised to meet at.

My friends were already waiting at the place. "Hey Satomi, Arata and Sakura." I smiled at all of them.

We had met when I had first come to Japan. The three of them were friends since high school but I was very fortunate to have become part of a group that goes a long way back.

Let me introduce you guys. Satomi was the prettiest out of the group with her long, straight black hair and bangs that covered her forehead. Her porcelain skin tone was somewhat unique. She worked as a doctor in Ginza.

Arata was older than us by a year and he was a banker like me, worked in Ginza too but he lived in Yokohama, which was a short 30 minute drive. Arata was taller than most people and again had black hair, which was always messed up.

Sakura was an engineer who worked and lived in Ginza itself. She had moved out when she was 18 and had been living alone since.

Although now she was engaged and I was so excited for her to get married! Sakura had standard black hair cut into a short bob with fringes. She was a little darker skin toned, but not like tanned. She wasn't exactly porcelain skinned though, more of a light wheatish texture.

The three of them enveloped me in a hug while I hugged them back.

"I thought you weren't coming this year." Satomi fake whined.

"Obviously, I'm not leaving you guys alone!" I laughed. The group followed after which we finally decided to do dinner and drinks.

We went to an upscale restaurant where we had standard Japanese dinner, with soups, grilled fish and chicken dishes.

It wasn't traditional, but a variety of all Japanese dishes. My favourite was most probably the Yakitori and Tsukune, which are meatballs in a teriyaki like sauce.

For desert we had the matcha cakes, coffee jelly and my favourite, mochi and dorayakis.

"Ugh, dinner was brilliant. Is it karaoke time now?" I yelled, a little drunk.

"Shh." Satomi, who was also a little drunk said mockingly.

Arata and Sakura dragged us out and into the most luxurious karaoke bar in Ginza.

The rooms were soundproofed, appetisers were being served and we were all set.

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The karaoke night ended at 12:30 in the night, when I slowly stumbled to my hotel. I wasn't drunk though, just tired. As usual, Ginza was not asleep and people were still making the best out of the night.

I had just reached my hotel when I crashed into another man. "Hey! Watch where you're going." I said out of habit.

"I think you crashed into me." A hoarse voice, but not hoarse in the sick way but more of a sexier way replied back in English.

I blinked rapidly at the voice. It wasn't accented very heavily, but the guy had to be Japanese. Ugh, I'm so stupid- should just look up at his face.

And what greeted me was astounding. That man was the definition of Asian good looks.

He had a defined jawline and a sculpted nose. Those same small black eyes with ruffled hair.

His lips were on another level though- just perfectly plump and rosy red. But not like In a makeup way, but naturally pink.