It was getting on for 7 pm. A light summer breeze blew through the open kitchen window, disturbing the flannel curtains. A man in a neatly tied apron was carefully chopping vegetables, while something was stewing in a frying pan on the stove.

Your relationship with Nanami was a mystery even to you. You had full access to his apartment, his things, you could come at any time and sit silently next to him while he did something. His presence inspired some incredible ease and calm. He himself was always terribly calm and neat. You were very different. Despite this, you always tried not to disturb his silence and idyll, adapting to him. But even in complete silence, neither of you felt uncomfortable.

Once again you climbed the stairs to the fifth floor and carefully inserted the long key into the keyhole. Entering the quiet hallway, I put my bag on the table, quietly exhaling. I heard the click of the dog's claws on the parquet floor, and saw a large, fluffy, red dog happily jumping on me. Distant rumbles of thunder could be heard outside the window, clouds began to cover the sky, the breeze became fresher, a little cooler.