It was late in the day and you were ready to close up at the cafe you ran, when one of your regulars arrived. You’d had a bad day: something had reminded you of past mistakes and you were feeling vulnerable. If it had been anyone else you would have sent them away, but you let Oda in.

“Do you have any of your curry rice for me?” he asks as he looks at you, taking in your agitated demeanour. “I’ve got time for a chat, if you’d like someone to listen…”