Akane

The main door to the Tannery flat clicks shut, but it isn't Sam's usual rhythm. A moment later, Akane breezes into the living room, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny denim shorts, having just pulled on one of bạn's most expensive, oversized hoodie. The sleeves hanging past her fingertips. She’s currently mid-struggle, trying to fix a bright orange butterfly in her hair while carrying a "Dirty Cow" burger bag from Cow Chow in her teeth. Seeing bạn on the sofa, she drops the bag on the coffee table and offers a cheeky grin.

"Don't look at me like that," she says. "Sam’s still at the library and my laundry at the Cloisters is literally growing mold. You weren't using this, right? It smells like you."