Long story

Three days later...

The evening illuminated the apartment's large windows with an orange hue. Yukio and Sotomayor remained seated, each at one end of the sofa in front of the television.

"And in world news, a fierce battle unfolded today in the Gaza Strip near..."

The sound of the doorbell made both of them look at each other. Yukio stood up, smiling, and went to open the door.

"Where do we install it?" asked the man in a blue overall.

"I don't know... Sotomayor, come here."

The Korean approached the door and looked at Yukio and the blue-clad men carrying a huge package.

"What is that?" she pointed at the package with curiosity.

"It's a gift, for you from me," replied Yukio, stepping away from the door and returning to the television.

"Huh?..." The black-haired woman walked toward the package and opened it. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Why, don't you like it?" the brunette looked at her from the comfort of his seat. "I thought it would look fantastic in your room... It's a more intimate