“Rough night?” Teruo asked. He opened the window and lit a cigarette, breathing out the smoke into the chilled autumn air. Miyazaki nodded. “Yeah, I woke up a few times and couldn’t fall back asleep.” “Ah. I thought maybe you went out with friends.” Raising his head from the files, Miyazaki looked at Teruo curiously. “I don’t have any friends here, sir. I just moved to the capital yesterday.”
Teruo is such an asshole. I get the feeling that I'm going to love to hate him.
