Leave me Alone.

Monday, eight in the morning...

He finished his cereal with a smile, then looked at the index finger of his left hand. The memory of Sotomayor cleaning his wound with a small piece of cotton and tenderly applying the bandage made him smile.

"Silly and immature... If it weren't for you, none of this would have happened... It's been twenty-four hours since that moment when you treated this little scratch with tenderness... Where are you, Sotomayor? Are you sleeping in your lover's arms?"

The sound of the phone interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, Tana speaking..."

"Yukio!" Hamazaki interrupted from the other end. "Old friend, when will you be back? It doesn't matter; you have to help me. I've been trying for an hour to come up with a high-impact proposal for..."

And there was Ankit calling him for the umpteenth time to ask him some work-related questions. He still