Yoshimi was no stranger to late nights, and while she had her ways - Jiro, late night walks, boys who'd be gone in the morning - to deal with the lonely ones, Millennium City had robbed her of most of her options. Except for comfort food.
So it happened that she was on her way to the kitchen when she came across Keiichi. It didn't take more than a glance for her to decide which of them was probably worse off at the moment - at least the last news she'd heard from her loved ones had been good. In comparison.