“Ah no. Definitely not tubby. You’re you’re . . . lovely. Not my usual type but you’re very pretty.” Well, handsome actually. Ruggedly handsome. Umeda glanced at him as they walked. A lot. And the admission of the year was a huge relief. So someone many years from now had a huge sense of humor! Excellent! He grinned at Jim, tilting his head toward the bar nearby.

“Because you’re from the future, which explains everything. So, what am I buying you pretty Jim?”