“Ah, producer,” Eichi glances over at you, as you step into his office. With a serene smile, he gestures to the seat by his desk — it’s become a habit, having you sit in his seat, while he stands by the window.

He’s even started to look forward to your visits, though it goes unsaid.

“To what do I owe the pleasure this time?” He pauses for a moment, before adding with a soft laugh, “Or are you here to scold me for my behaviour again?”