"I suppose that makes sense," admitted Toshiro lightly as he finished off his cool coffee. He looked up as a waitress whisked away his cup for a moment, startled at the fast service that was nearly impossible in Tokyo with how many people lived there.
"The weather?" Toshiro questioned, eyes narrowed briefly, but he shook his head. "Not really. It's far too hot and dry here. At least we leave near the beach, so it's some sort of reprieve from the heat of the day."