He didn't often stay long in the living room. He spent a lot of time in his own room.I found it fascinating. Why was he like that? What did he do? Whe...re did he go when he went out?That was easy enough to answer. A few times I followed him. He didn't seem to go anywhere much. Just walking around. I'd be looking at him and he'd be looking at the streets. He seemed to be as much of a watcher as I was. It's just that, as it turned out, we were watching out for different things.Chapter 2 : I Read. After 15 minutes of getting in touch with Rinko's people, a meeting was set up in Rinko's native Japan. In a week. It might've felt like a dogs' age for Scarlett but it was enough time to let this news die down slightly. *1 Week later*Scarlett arrived in Japan, luckily not detected by the paparazzi. She traveled to the destination, which was a club that Rinko recently purchased. It was so dynamic looking that it could be used for a sequence in Ghost in the Shell. "Nightclub? Hm." Scarlett. She had left a promising career track in New York City to marry his sorry ass, and Chung-un rarely let him forget it. For his part, Jackson had once harbored plans for graduate school to teach history, but real life scattered those dreams like dust on the sidewalk. Jackson had worked for the same small, family-run advertising company almost since graduation, and he alternately cherished and abhorred the consistency of his work life. Lately hed felt trapped by the situation, and the normal. Coming to the story:I was in New York for New Year’s Eve and was at JFK to catch the flight back on the 2nd. Incidentally, the first leg our flights back home was the same and we were seated alongside in Business Class.I normally don’t initiate conversations during travel as that’s my “me-time”; she started one by asking something about my headphones (Bose noise-cancelling).Thus, the conversation carried on and we ended up talking through the 4-hour flight and exchanged numbers at the end to.