Queen of Love

“You practice your English, Genevieve practices her Japanese…”

Boxes smacked together behind the bar. “Watch out, though. I think Genevieve will run.”

Aya perked her head up. “Excuse me?”

“You have to be a strong girlfriend to be with Genevieve. She needs to be comforted. And… you know. Like a baby. Ah, my English is breaking my brain. I need a break.”

You’re going to leave me hanging like that? Aya was already tipsy off the pisco sour, and Nyla was leaving with that? What did she mean by Genevieve running?

Like… running away?

Nyla disappeared into the small back room, where she collected some things and organized others. She remained silent until the next and final interviewee showed up forty-five minutes later, apologies on her lips because the train from Yokohama had been delayed.

She also took one look at Aya’s drink and pegged it as a pisco sour, which delighted Nyla and almost made Aya forget about the other comments. All of them.