"What was that?" Yumi had asked, her voice sharp as a tack.
He knew that silhouette.
"Three thousand!" Takeshi shouted. Sweat was beading on his forehead. He had to have it. Yumi would understand later. Or she wouldn't know at all. He’d say he found it in the street. tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta extra quality
Takeshi trembled as he handed over the cash. He held the velvet box. Victory. Pure, unadulterated victory. "What was that
He pushed through the crowd. There it was. The 1969 Seiko. It gleamed under the halogen lights. The dial was perfect, the patina creamy. It was indeed, "Extra Quality." "What was that?" Yumi had asked