An afternoon of video games turned into an awkward one when Jiro remembered that he had set out to help Ichiro with the instrumental of a song, so he had to start practicing, with you by his side.

You had tried to get his attention in every possible way; with a soda, calling him, tapping him on the shoulder but nothing paid off. You wanted to finally get that discomfort out of your throat, you wanted to be sincere, but Jiro wasn't helping.