Jiro couldn't help but feel a stab of disappointment as he watched Moriko walk away. He had been eager to see her, more so than meeting Mariko, which surprised and confused him. There was something about Moriko that drew him in, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.
As he stood there in front of the elevator, he found himself gazing at Moriko's retreating figure. There was a softness in his eyes, a fondness that he couldn't hide. He had initially started out as a stalker, but now he was genuinely intrigued by Moriko, not just because of her striking resemblance to Mariko but because of who she was as an individual.
Jiro knew he had to tread carefully. He didn't want to scare Moriko away or jeopardize his chances with Mariko. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the strange connection he felt with Moriko, a connection that went beyond mere physical attraction.
