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263 pages, Paperback
First published December 17, 2015
It was sunny in Ginza on Saturday.
A visitor came to Richard’s store without a reservation.
He was wearing wrinkleless, lustrous white pants, a light blue shirt tightly wrapped around his thick waist, and had cleanly arranged salt-and-pepper hair beneath a straw hat. He looked about sixty. When they say gentleman, they were probably talking about someone like him.
Saturday rolled around and Ginza’s skies remained cloudless.
Someone without a reservation came to Richard’s store.
He wore white glossy trousers, not a wrinkle in sight, and a bright blue shirt stretched out over a built torso. Underneath a straw hat was a head of neatly-arranged grey hair. He looked about sixty. This seemed like the kind of man that you would call a gentleman.
“When you’re around, I can see gems with fresh eyes. And for that, I must thank you.”
I lifted my head. Richard was smiling. Ever since I took that trip with him on the Shinkansen, every time I saw his smile, it felt like he has my heart in a vise. His expression was like a precious gem, cut and polished by the world's finest craftsmen. How was he human just like me? Were we sure we couldn't just consider this a natural phenomenon? 'Today will be partly cloudy with a chance of Richard's smile.'