Kazuya coughed as he took a cold blast of air to the face. Nick laughed. "Sorry. It's been so long since I've been in this part of town. I forget how windy it can be." Kazuya glared at him as he drew his cloak over his head. "There's a coffee shop up ahead a couple of blocks. Want to grab some tea and warm up?" The monk nodded.
Nick shifted his bag to adjust his scarf as a younger man ran into him. He tried to hold onto the bag as it slid off his shoulder, but released it as soon as he realized why it was falling. The man clutched the bag to his chest and ran off. Nick swore under his breath and then called out, "Hey! Could you at least return my library books? Thanks!"
Kazuya had shed his cloak and started after the mugger, but stopped as he heard Nick. "You're going to let him go?" the monk demanded when the photojournalist caught up with him.
"Yeah. I'm too out of shape." He patted his pockets. "Besides, the books were the only thing of any value in that bag. Guess I'll have to buy those." He handed back the monk's cloak. "We still on for tea?"
Dazed, Kazuya nodded.
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That evening, Nick logged in to his library account to report the stolen books, but he found them all checked back in. "Well, I'll be," he smiled.









