A young woman sat at the counter. She pointed at the poster. “You’re Reona, aren’t you?”
The café was empty except for them.
He set down the glass. For the first time in a decade, Shōetsu Otomo – Reona – walked to the small upright piano. Shoetsu Otomo Reona 44
Behind him, on the wall, a faded poster: A young woman sat at the counter
Ōtomo Shōetsu wiped the same whiskey glass for the third time. He wasn't cleaning it – he was hiding. on the wall
