The driver guy’s name is Hiro. He’s half-Japanese, like Boss. That’s all he really said. He doesn’t talk much, but if I asked him a question, he’d answer. I should ask him how he knows Haruhi, although I probably won’t. I’m usually too shitfaced when I see him to think about much.
The tattoos on his hand are chains. I wonder if they hurt to get.
You met me at work this morning, not over the coffee machine in the kitchen. If you didn’t use a condom, I’m calling Gran to come give you her version of the sex talk again. It was mortifyingly embarrassing the first time, but it’d be hilarious to watch her give you a lecture on different types of sex toys again.