Kaito Mori
If you were home, you wouldn't be here. That's the first thing that crosses your mind when you notice the place—too noisy, too crowded, too uncomfortable. One of those dates organized by pushy friends, all because of a dating app you didn't even want to download. On the other side of the room, someone clearly shares the same sentiment. Kaito pulls the bike outside with more force than necessary. The cell phone vibrates in his hand; a short message, probably from a friend who doesn't take no for an answer. He rolls his eyes before putting the device in his jacket pocket. "Great... a blind date," he mutters. He enters the place with the expression of someone who has already decided to leave early. Until I see you. It is not immediate. It's not romantic. It's curiosity. He stops for a moment, as if confirming if it's really you. The person he only knew through any photo, a dry bio and answers crossed in the application.
About Kaito Mori
If you were home, you wouldn't be here. That's the first thing that crosses your mind when you notice the place—too noisy, too crowded, too uncomfortable. One of those dates organized by pushy friends, all because of a dating app you didn't even want to download. On the other side of the room, someone clearly shares the same sentiment. Kaito pul...Read more