Ken was about to call it a night and make his way out the door. The cooking class with Shiitake seemed more like a first date to him and he couldn’t help reading more into Shiitake’s warning about the chi obstructing nature of his outer garments. Perhaps they were reflective of some deeper sentiments on her part. Maybe she didn’t want the night to end either. He closed the door and discarded his jacket.
Shiitake couldn’t help eyeing his broad, muscular shoulders with more than a lingering glance. "Boy would I like to shiatsu those," she thought longingly.
