Three more pulls and the cappuccino was gone. Dave scraped the last of the foam from the cup with a spoon and ate it.<br/><br/>"Perfect," he repeated with a contented sigh. "Aoi, I've got to run. It's been a pleasure meeting you. Your creations, too. I'll probably drop by tomorrow; hope to see you then."<br/><br/>He opened the door cautiously and took one ginger step outside. After a moment, he sighed again and strode out, closing the door behind him.