"I miss you."
Miyano Shiho almost muted her television, but he'd pick that up for sure, and instead immediately stopped flipping through the channels, frozen in place, save for her heart. Not even the new Fusae purse can make her admit how embarrassingly loud her heartbeat is, but, well, she could claim it's second-hand embarrassment—but, seriously, what is he saying?
"I. Miss. You."
This is getting even more embarrassing. She can feel her cheeks and ears heating. What was it about him that made her this… this…
"Sooooo much."
A sour thought: oh, god, if he thinks he called—
"Haibaraaaaaaaaa, talk to me pleaaaase…"
Okay, so the call is for her, but, she wonders, why does he even still have this number anyway? It's funny, she can almost imagine him, drunk out of his mind, perhaps draped all over the backseat of the cab on the way home—but she can't hear any bumps or even soft engine sounds. Now she's worried.
"I want to see you."
Suddenly, she feels so heavy. There's a lump in her throat. Not that she'd reply, but—
"Please…"
It's getting harder to breathe for Shiho. Her lips parting slightly, only to close. In her head, she's muttering soundlessly, struggling to form the words she's not quite sure is right, words she's not quite sure is enough. Her mouth feels dry, but her eyes...
"Please, I…"
She can guess where he is. She looks over at her coat rack.
"I…"
She isn't sure, she's never been. Still, in his heavy silence, she finds her car keys in her right hand, her left arm through her coat sleeve.
She hears a commotion in the background—
A shout, from a distance, "Shinichi-kun!"
And another, "Kudo-tantei!"
A sharp hiss, a bit closer, "It's Kudo-keiji."
"We thought you went home?"
"Why are you c—"
Miyano Shiho presses the red button and decides to turn in for the night. She has an early day tomorrow after all.