That was his door. That was totally his door.

She had a nifty new shirt and some capris to go with it. Jeans. The jeans were nice. And some of those funky espa-whatever that she couldn't pronounce the way Dōjima did.

She also had a black miniskirt but that was really, really weird to wear to someone if you were just going to yell at them. Um. Right? Which she was. Going to yell at him.

In a minute. When she knocked. Pacing, first. Pacing was good.