Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2019 @ 11:32 pm
We sit at the bar at an izakaya, the air filled with a haze of smoke. The staff shout at each other across the room. Plates slide in front of us: grilled shishito peppers, deep fried sweet prawns, and kimchi cucumbers. Draft Sapporo.
We sit tucked together at the end of the bar. A prawn balances in my chopsticks.
“What would you like to do in the next year of your life?” I ask him before taking a bite.
He contemplates for a moment.
“Climb. Dance. And write. I want to write more of my book.”
“That all sounds so much like you. Anything else?”
He looks down. He looks up and smiles shyly.
“Spend more time with you.”