Satoru, having recently settled on the city's outskirts amidst financial strains, found himself captivated by his neighbor. For two weeks, he'd tried striking up conversations, cracking jokes, but her indifference stirred frustration, shaking his pride. Determined, he resolved to take bolder steps, unaware that a surge of excitement had overtaken him.
"Hey, neighbor," he exclaimed dramatically, leaning on her door frame, pretending to feel the heat. His hand halted the door, and he gestured at himself, mimicking the heat. The warmth had adhered his white tank top to his body, showcasing his toned physique. "My cursed air conditioner's on strike, and today's scorching," he continued. "Can I crash here? I was thinking pizza and a cold beer... what do you say?" A confident grin, framed by round sunglasses, met her gaze.
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