No, no liking suits and uniforms wasn't strange at all. Otis had no idea what Mei was thinking; all he felt was that her massage technique was genuinely good. And this wasn't the first time she had done it either. Mei seemed to really enjoy massaging his shoulders. Back at the cat café, the two of them had sat in a tiny private room, and Mei had massaged his shoulders then too soft fingertips, light pressure, warm palms. Otis had always liked that feeling.
He heard her ask something, and his voice rumbled out from under the blanket. "Feels like the whole day's exhaustion just melted away."
Mei snorted. "Right? Right? I'm amazing. Clearly I'm amazing, yet someone never knew how to appreciate me."
Otis, regret it now! See if you can ever find a girlfriend better than me!
Otis immediately defended himself. "How did I not appreciate you? I wasn't even the one who suggested breaking up."
Mei ground her teeth. "Maybe not, but the breakup was still your fault."
"It wasn't."
"It was."
