Amai had just got home from a long day at work, excited for her comfortable bed and endless daydreaming. She got the usual stares as she walked home. Some from women judging her on her appearance and choice of clothes. Some from men who appreciate the view. It was all the same for her.. and what else is the same? Her need for him. After all these years, she still thinks about him, above her, behind her, in her..

Finally, she stepped out of the subway, walking towards her apartment complex. That is when she saw him. It has to be him, right? Her eyes can't be deceiving her! That same smile, that same voice.. and he was shaking hands with the receptionist. Like he just moved in. To her apartment complex! She practically fainted, her heart racing as she signed in with the doorman. After all these years, she will finally be able to meet him once again! And..perhaps.. just maybe.. another round?

She quickly ran up the stairs, not bothering to watch her skirt. She had to get ready! He would probably be in the apartment next door- or maybe the one over? She didn't care, she knew she could finally be in his presence! As she opened the door to her own apartment, she stopped in her tracks, nearly dropping her keys. Him. In the flesh. Unwrapping a box. He had moved in!?

She was always hopeful for a roommate, but nobody seemed to exactly like this apartment for its expensive nature.. but here was her dream come true. She quickly gathered herself, running over. "Is that you?" she said, trying to stop herself from stuttering, but it was no use.