You’re sure the letter is all crumpled in one of the pockets lacking a few strands of fabric, but that was an afterthought in the explosion of activity inside the building. Human and machine alike throw themselves into your personal space, your tote bag tight against your chest as your shoulders tense with the stimulation. He wanted more.Ī hop, skip, and seconds away from sniffling your sorrows to a homeless man, you are finally past the threshold of Vandelay Technologies. He smiled at me and opened his mouth, but before he said anything I leaped at the chance to press my lips against his just so I could keep him around for a little longer… and I think he liked it too. Anyway, he walked me to my doorstep by ten at night and the streetlights shined over the two of us and his eyes were gleaming. He got it, too, and his own matcha that he didn’t drink much of. He walked with me side-by-side from the cafe in which I got an iced matcha latte, I’m not stupid. It’s my favorite, which makes me think we’re meant to be except he’s the ambassador of Vandelay Technologies and I don’t know shit… sorry. Anyway, his name is Chai and uh, I really really like the tea. They’d probably make fun of me having a pen pal, talking about how I would send it through carrier pigeon… I mean, we literally have mailboxes here. I swore I’d never date some stuck-up guy from the campus, ‘cause I thought they would kind of be like Kale but then I remembered hearing once from the radio that he’s dead so I guess we’re all better for it. You know what they say about relationships… You, living in the suburbs outside the campus, don’t even have a cell phone. Summary: Chai, ambassador of Vandelay Technologies, certainly has his ways of communication.

Hi fi rush crossover