Minna No Nihongo — Fukushuu D

Yuko handed him his anpan.

“I am,” he muttered. “A grammar dragon. With three heads. Nakereba naranai .” Fukushuu D Minna No Nihongo

“ Shigoto ga hayaku owattara ,” he said slowly, “ mata kimasu. Yuko-san to… hanashitai kara. ” Yuko handed him his anpan

Her name was Yuko. She worked at the Japanese bakery two streets over. She had a shy smile and always wrapped his anpan in an extra napkin. Two weeks ago, he had tried to say: “If I finish work early, I will come again tomorrow.” Instead, he said: “If work finishes me, tomorrow comes again.” She had tilted her head, confused. He had paid and fled, face burning. With three heads

He wasn’t supposed to write there. The workbook belonged to the company’s language class. But revenge was personal.

(If my work ends early, I will come again. Because I want to talk with you.)