“The election is tomorrow,” said Miss Ryu. “You should get some rest.”
Hyong looked up from the console and rubbed his eyes. “Soon. I have almost solved–”
She bent down and kissed him. “It can wait. Let’s go home.”
He smiled then switched off his console and stood. She took his arm.
They walked out of the building into the rain. A heptahedron approached them and expanded its carapace. They stepped inside, thanking it politely. Despite the weather the city was bustling.
“I hope they aren’t too drunk to vote,” she said.
Hyong laughed heartily and then kissed her deeply.