When they arrived, Kiyoshi followed Haruki to the front door of the penthouse before turning to leave as soon as Haruki went through the door.
Haruki walked in casually to see the man in the kitchen prepping their meal. The man wore a black apron over a simple turtle neck and dress pants. His back facing the counter looked well defined as the man's shoulder moved with ease.
The sound of utensils clinking echoed softly. Haruki watched the man for a while, but he didn't seem to notice his presence as he continued. Haruki furrowed his brow slightly before walking upstairs to change his clothes.
When he got back, the air downstairs was filled with the gentle aroma of a freshly prepared meal. The table had been set, but the man was nowhere to be found. A bit confused, he looked around before sitting at the head of the table.
