Himari parked behind the alley, and Henmi eased in behind her. She signaled for him to keep a low profile to avoid attracting the attention of the neighbors. Upon opening the door leading to the kitchen, she placed her glasses on the table, kicked off her shoes, removed her scarf, and switched on the lights. Henmi stood near the door like a statue. Himari looked up and noticed him lingering there.
“Close the door and have a seat. What would you like to drink?” she asked, rising from her seat and heading towards the fridge on the other side of the kitchen.
“Just water,” he replied, his throat dry from the earlier shouting during their encounter. Himari shrugged, retrieved a jug of water and a tumbler, and poured him a glass. She also grabbed a small pack of orange juice from the freezer, her personal favorite.
