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The traffic was terrible, but Takato didn't mind. He sat back, ran lines in his head, and let his manager drive.
Red light. He glanced up at an electronic advertising hoarding high above the street. Was it playing one of his commercials?
LET
flash
ME
flash
REFRESH
flash
YOU
a face in profile
DID I?
What was that? Who was—Takato craned his head, heart hammering, watching the commercial repeat, taking in more details.
LET
flash of an eye
ME
flash of a mouth
REFRESH
flash of a packet of mints
YOU
a single mint tossed into a waiting mouth
DID I?
Again. He needed to see it—
The car pulled off, Sasaki murmuring something about not being late after all. Takato wanted to scream at him to turn around, go back, but his training held.
He sank back and processed what he'd seen.
An eye. Green-gold, sparkling.
"Ch—"
A mouth, wide, generous, smiling. The mouth had kissed him. Kissed every part of him.
"Chun—"
A face in profile, sharp, clean, heart-stoppingly perfect, then that turn to the camera and a smile so dazzling—
"Chunta."
Here.
How?
How?