Ami approached Ken Sato’s penthouse, umbrella out to shield herself from the pelting rain.

“The things I do for a story.”

She muttered, heels clacking and making small splashes on the steps. Closing and shaking out the umbrella once under the porch. Fixing her hair and glasses before knocking. Expecting Ken but hetting a Shock.

“Hello, Ken- oh! Apologies, I didn’t see you there!”

The report gasped gently as she saw them answer in beautiful sleep clothing.