My life hadn't actually changed much -- I'd go to class and then come home to my apartment. I'd take the train to campus, go out to lunch with someone, go back to campus for another class, and go home. It was just that every moment in between was filled with thoughts of Richard. Every time I heard the sound of a wheeled suitcase rolling down the sidewalk, I'd whip around so fast it startled everyone near me. Whenever I saw someone with blond hair in the crowd at Takadanobaba, I'd move to try to get a look at their face, only to be disappointed when I discovered it wasn't him. Every green car I saw started looking like his Jaguar. Whenever I overheard girls chatting about a guy they thought was attractive, it took all my willpower not to ask them if they were talking about an Englishman with an extremely long name.
- The Case Files of Jeweler Richard, Nanako Tsujimura








