It was one of those evenings when Akira, even despite having to wake up soon, simply refused to fall asleep. Nap, yes, as he already took four naps - a twenty minutes one, a half an hour one, and two hour long ones - but to simply take off that shirt and lie down, certainly not.<br/><br/>The screen of his laptop was casting pale blue light at his face as he was stretched across the sofa in the living room of his apartment in San Francisco, supporting himself with his elbows, and lazily scrolling through dozens of websites. He refused to turn the lights on, not only because the switch was far, but also to avoid looking at the horrible mess the large room was in. There were some boxes of pizza, empty drink bottles, and about two shirts hanging off the sofa behind him.<br/><br/>He should call a cleaning service... But that would be a waste of money. No, wait a few days for the right cleaning mood, he though, and clicked on a dating page he has signed to a few days ago - like a joke. He already wrote to a girl...<br/><br/>Good lord, miracles really happen. She replied!<span style="font-style: italic">Not too much. I just got back from my classes, and it's been rainy which sucks since I couldn't work with the horses today. : ( What's up with you?</span>stood there... He cracked his knuckles, making a slightly pained grimace as the muscles and bones got moving, and started typing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Came home after giving a Judo lesson and napping... Too tired to clean after making the students train XD And it's too hot out here to sleep.</span>For a moment, he stopped writing, wondering what could follow. It happened often - it was just a deliberate excuse to let his hands rest from the straining that was typing to them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So you work with horses? You on a ranch?</span>he asked then. His finger hit the enter key, and he shifted to a more comfortable position, waiting for a reply.<br/><br/>Maybe it wasn't such a dumb site after all!