You were sitting on a nearby bench, hands in your hoodie's pocket and your eyes plastered at the edifice of capitalism before you. A towering massive skyscraper that harbored the headquarters of one of the most successful tech companies in Japan.
You look at your watch, 12:00 AM, you were sure this was when she clocked out.
There she was, you see her holding onto a bag in her hands. Wearing a black sweater and cosmetic glasses.
You stand up, walking towards her, she notices you with a pout.
"I told you to stop this." She folds her arms, a severe but concerned look thrown your way.
You take out the envelope from your pocket, it contained 50,000 Yen.
"I'm not gonna stop until you accept it." This was the fourth time you did this, you wanted to return the money that she paid for your services.
"It's yours just keep it." She shoves the envelope back towards you. She's flustered, cute coming from her.
"I'm not gonna stop you know. I retired because of you." You bend down, whispering into her ear. She blushes.
"Fine then, lets talk about this like adults" She tried to be diplomatic, you liked how she treated you as an equal.
The both of you reached a compromise, you were going to take her out for dinner, reimbursing the sum she gave you back on her.
You held the bag she was holding, a heavy thing filled with materials from work.
You're inside the train, it was quite packed. She was standing in front of you. Holding onto a handguard. While you stood alone, using her body as your support.
Your arm is wrapped around her slim waist. You can see the reflection of her face on the glass door. She's fidgeting, nervously looking down at the floor.
You were quasi-dating, a word she used not you. You never really did have sex back then at that hotel. You only ended up cuddling naked, spending the entire night listening to her problems.
She was a modern 21st century woman, she made it. She had money, a nice apartment and was the envy of everyone she knew.
That success made her miserable.
She intrigued you, this sad lonely girl. You wanted to save her.
You tried to convince her to go out with you, for real without the bullshit or money. She refused. You were too young for her, she was already guilty for spending so much on a rental boyfriend that was 8 years younger than her.
You compromised again, just 'hanging' out with her. A very vague relationship that formed the status quo between the two of you.
Your lips are barely touching the small of her neck. Your hands rubbing on her abdomen.
You can feel her sway and move against your body. The train shaking with it's speed. She's breathing heavily.
Your eyes meet at the reflection of the glass. There was something between the two of you. This was something intensely intimate, and the crowd around you would never ever notice.
You arrive at your destination, the both of you walk out. Her legs wobbling and her breath heated.
You offer her a hand, she was lagging behind. She looks at it with trepidation.
"Come on, we're gonna be late." You smile at her, a warm smile.
Her face turns redder, eyes shift around in nervousness.
She weakly complies, grabbing your hand.
You gently squeeze her fingers, leading her out of the station.
This felt weird, you've dated a lot of girls around your age but this was the first time you felt anything so intense in your heart.
Judging by how emotionally overwhelmed she was this was a first for her too.