“Sorry for calling you up out of the blue like that,” Yuto apologized. When the waitress approached to take his order, Yuto ordered a cappuccino before taking a seat. The two embraced without a moment’s hesitation, and shared in their joy of reunion. Jerry was sitting at a table in the very back, reading the newspaper.Īs Yuto approached, his former colleague, Jerry Rodriguez, stood from his seat looking overcome with emotion. Yuto pushed the door open and walked into the antique-style establishment. Yuto couldn’t help but feel the passage of time as he continued briskly walking through the Manhattan streets, which were starting to show the signs of autumn.Īfter a while, he arrived at the café. The exterior of the building next door had been repainted to a different colour.Īfter a ten-month absence, Yuto’s former neighbourhood looked the same at first glance, but hints of the unfamiliar showed here and there. He glanced to the other side of the street to see that a new Italian restaurant had opened. He used to shop here often when he was still with the DEA. Yuto Lennix was overcome with nostalgia as he passed by the front of the red brick Chelsea Market. Jerry had asked him to meet at a small café on 9 th Avenue, close to the New York Division of the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration).
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