“I hate to tell you this,” started お兄ちゃん.
I braced myself. “What?”
“You were rejected for the apartment,” he said.
“Are you serious?”
He tilted his phone so I could see the message for myself.
It was the end of a very long week. I had just missed my last train and was in for a long and expensive taxi ride home. On top of that, I was already dreading the 6AM start I had the next morning for a new job in Tokyo. Bad news never has good timing but at that stage, I was a bit too tired to hold strong.
“Well,” I started, scraping the bottom for any remaining wit or positivity. “Well… that sucks.”