Minjae walked.
That was the whole plan and he had meant it exactly.
He had looked at maps before leaving the hotel, not to build a route but just to know which direction was which, the rough shape of the area, which streets connected to what. The actual walking he left completely open.
Tokyo in the morning had a quality to it that he always noticed but never quite had words for. The city was still waking up, the sounds coming in layers rather than all at once. A delivery truck somewhere. The mechanical roll of a shop gate being lifted.
The distant announcement voice from a train station several streets over. The light was low and soft and doing something nice with the older buildings on the side streets, the kind of light that arrived before it was fully ready and was better for it.
He walked for about forty minutes.
He found the coffee shop by accident, which was the best way to find anything.
