After a moment, he turns and spots me approaching. His smile is disarming, and my heart skips a beat. Or maybe that’s the last of my cardio for the day. Who can tell?
When I round the bottom of the stairs, two bags and several drinks are on the stoop next to him. He’s brought lunch. Ringo waves at me while eating an apple, and I cover my mouth to stop a laugh. Nosuké looks down at Ringo chomping away, his little people-like hands picking off pieces of the apple and shoving them in his mouth.