CONTENTS
Guide
If you could go back, who would you want to meet?
I
The Lovers
Oh gosh, is that the time? Sorry, I have to go, the man mumbled evasively, as he stood up and reached for his bag.
Eh? the woman said.
She glared with uncertainty. She hadnt heard him say it was over. But he had called her his girlfriend of three years to come out for a serious conversation... and now he had suddenly announced he was going to work in America. He was to leave immediately in a few hours. Even without hearing those words, she knew now that the serious conversation was about breaking up. She knew now it was a mistake to have thought to have hoped that the serious conversation might have included Will you marry me? for example.
What? the man responded dryly. He didnt make eye contact with her.
Dont I deserve an explanation? she asked.
The woman spoke using an interrogative tone the man particularly disliked. They were in a windowless basement cafe. The lighting was provided by just six shaded lamps hanging from the ceiling and a single wall lamp near the entrance. A permanent sepia hue stained the cafe interior. Without a clock, there was no way to tell night and day.
There were three large antique wall clocks in the cafe. The arms of each, however, showed different times. Was this intentional? Or were they just broken? Customers on their first visit never understood why they were like this. Their only option was to check their watches. The man did likewise. While looking at the time on his watch, he started rubbing his fingers above his right eyebrow while his lower lip began to protrude slightly.
The woman found that expression particularly exasperating.
And why are you looking like that? Like Im the one being a pain? she blurted out.
Im not thinking that, he replied sheepishly.
Yes you are! she insisted.
With bottom lip again protruding, he evaded her stare and offered no reply.
The mans passive behaviour was infuriating the woman more and more. She scowled. You want it to be me who says it?
She reached for her coffee, from which all heat had now gone. With the sweetest part of the experience lost, it sent her mood plummeting further.
The man looked at his watch again and counted back from the boarding time. He had to leave the cafe very soon. Unable to compose himself any better, his fingers had found their way back to his eyebrow.
The sight of him so obviously hung up about the time annoyed her. She recklessly plunked the cup down on the table. It came down hard on the saucer. Clang!
The loud noise startled him. His fingers, which had been busy caressing his right eyebrow, began to pull at his hair. But then, after taking a short deep breath, he sat back down and looked her in the face. All of a sudden, his face was calm.
In fact, the mans face had so clearly changed that the woman was quite taken aback. She looked down and stared at her hands clenched on her lap.
The man who had worried about time didnt wait for the woman to look up. Now, look... he started.
No longer muttering, he sounded collected and together.
But as if she was actively trying to stop short his next words, the woman said, Why dont you just go? She didnt look up.
The woman who wanted an explanation now refused to hear it. The man sat motionless as if time itself had stopped.
Its time for you to go, isnt it? she said, as petulantly as a child.
He looked at her perplexed, as if he didnt understand what she meant.
As if she was aware of how childish and unpleasant she sounded, she uncomfortably averted her eyes from the man and bit her lip. He rose from his seat, and spoke to the waitress standing behind the counter.
Excuse me, Id like to pay, he said in a small voice.
The man tried to grab the bill, but the womans hand was pressing down on it.
Im going to stay a bit longer... so Ill pay, was what she meant to say, but he had pulled out the bill from under her hand with ease and was walking to the cash register.
Together, thanks.
Oh, I said leave it.
Not moving from her chair, the woman reached out her hand to the man.
But the man refused to look at her. He pulled out a thousand-yen note from his wallet.
Keep the change, he said as he handed the waitress the note together with the bill. The man turned his face filled with sadness to the woman for a split second, as he picked up his bag and left.
CLANG-DONG
... and that happened one week ago, said Fumiko Kiyokawa.
Her upper body flopped into a heap on the table like a deflating balloon. As she collapsed, she somehow avoided spilling the coffee cup in front of her.
The waitress and the customer seated at the counter who had been listening to Fumikos story looked at each other.
Before Fumiko had finished senior high school, she had already mastered six languages. After graduating top of her class from Waseda University, she joined a major medical-related IT firm in Tokyo. By her second year at the firm, she was already directing numerous projects. She was the epitome of the smart, career-driven woman.
Today, Fumiko was dressed in ordinary business attire: a white blouse and black skirt and jacket. Judging by her appearance, she was on her way home from work.
Fumikos looks were better than ordinary. Blessed with well-defined features and petite lips, she had the face of a pop idol. Her mid-length black hair shone and crowned her with a glowing halo. Despite her conservative clothes, her exceptional figure was easy to discern. Like a model from a fashion magazine, she was a beautiful woman who would draw anyones gaze. Yes, she was a woman who combined intelligence and beauty. But whether she realized this was a different matter.
In the past, Fumiko hadnt been one to dwell on such things she had lived only for her work. Of course, this didnt mean she had never had relationships. Its just that they never had the same allure for her as work. My work is my lover, she would say. She had turned down approaches from many men, as though flicking away specks of dust.
The man she had been talking about was Goro Katada. Goro was a systems engineer, and like Fumiko, he was employed by a medical company, though it wasnt a major one. He was her boyfriend he was her boyfriend and three years her junior. They had met two years ago via a client for which they were both doing a project.
One week ago, Goro had asked Fumiko to meet for a serious conversation. She had arrived at the meeting place in an elegant pale-pink dress with a beige spring coat and white pumps, having caught the attention of all the men she had passed on the way there. It was a new look for Fumiko. She was such a workaholic that, before her relationship with Goro, she had owned no other clothes but suits. Suits were what she had worn on dates with Goro as well after all, they mostly met after work.
Goro had said serious conversation, and Fumiko had interpreted this as meaning that the conversation was going to be special. So, filled with expectation, she had bought an outfit especially.
They arrived at their chosen cafe to find a sign on the window saying it was closed due to unforeseen circumstances. Fumiko and Goro were disappointed. The cafe would have been ideal for a serious conversation as each table was in a private booth.
Left with no choice but to find another suitable place, they noticed a small sign down a quiet side street. As it was a basement cafe, they had no way of knowing what it was like inside, but Fumiko was attracted by its name, which came from the lyrics of a song she used to sing as a child, and they agreed to go in.