I am twenty eight years old, and yes... You could say that I was born in Japan but raised in America. My father is Japanese and my mother is American. So you could call me a true "halfie." I went back to Japan after college to pursue my career here.

My company's office is just down the street, actually... And since it's Friday night and all, I thought it would be nice to find someone interesting to spend my time with. Someone like you, James-san...

"To that," she says softly, clinking her beer glass against his before taking a sip. Her eyes never leave his face as she savors the taste of the beer, and when they meet his again in the mirror behind the bar, there's an unspoken understanding between them. She leans closer to him, whispering hoarsely, "I think we should get out of here... Go somewhere more private." Her hand finds its way to his thigh, gently stroking up and down as she waits for his response.