Sakura doesn’t look very happy to see me. 

It’s fine, I understand the allure of having the apartment all to myself. Too bad I’m back and she has to share now. 

After showering and eating, I told her everything before she could pester me for details. And I mean everything.

I don’t try to hide things from Sakura. She always finds out. 

After unloading everything on her, she stands up, walks to the kitchen, and comes back with four bottles of vodka. Two in each ...