Harvey didn't like the miso soup. Natsuki decided that even though rice balls weren't technically a breakfast food, she would make them for him because he seemed to like them. She ran into him one morning as she was early and he was running late.

"Is that the best the shelter can give you for clothing?" he asked.

"Is that the best your fat paycheck can do for your clothing?" she retorted back, smiling hugely. He smiled at her despite himself and she started getting out the cleaning supplies.

"Have you gotten a place to live yet?" he asked.

"I'm looking around," she said. "You pay me very well so it's not a matter of cost, but I'm terrified of getting cheated."

"Why don't you try Chinatown?" asked Harvey.

"I'm Japanese," Natsuki reminded him. Harvey shrugged.

"I'm sure they wouldn't discriminate. There are a bunch of nice sushi places in Chinatown."

"Where is it?" she asked, excited.

"You really don't know your way around by now?" he asked, exasperated.

"New York City is a big town," she said.

"You know what?" Harvey said, tapping his lips. "I'm way too busy to help you out, but I know someone who might be able to assist."

"You want me to what?" Mike asked.

"Show her around. Find her a place to live that doesn't have cockroaches. But… you know. Your kind of place." Said Harvey.

"Gee, thanks, Harvey-"

"Set her up in Chinatown."

"How did you find this girl again?"

"That's none of your business."

"I just want to make sure I'm not running myself into a Pretty Woman situation. You know, you trying to set her up in a nice apartment."

"Think of it like a pro-bono case."

"Jessica hasn't assigned you one."

"She's just a friend."

"You don't have friends."

"Alright, Lippy, you want to do chores for Louis instead?" snapped Harvey.

"No, no, all right, sorry," said Mike, throwing his hands up. He rode his bike to the women's shelter and stopped short in front of the building. He double checked the address, and then stopped short when a beautiful Asian woman came bounding out the front door.

"You must be Mike!" she said with a slight Japanese twang. She was wearing a loose, ill-fitting sweater and a pair of skinny jeans with sneakers. Her hair was held back with a hair tie. Despite this, it did not detract from her pretty face, and Mike was surprised that this was the girl that Harvey didn't want to go house-hunting with. She was nothing like the sad-sack image he had in his head.

"I have a few listings from a realtor," she said, shoving a paper in his face, "But I don't know if I'll like any of them."

"Y-yeah, I'm Mike," he said, trying to keep up with the high energy of the woman. "I'm here to make sure you get a fair deal, but I'm not a realtor. Keep that in mind."

"No, I know. You are Harvey's… apprentice," she said, as if reciting from memory. For all Mike knew, she could have been. She began to walk and Mike tied up his bike, and then rushed to follow her. "Do you take the subway?" she asked.

"Uh, I try not to," Mike said. "Why, are you a glutton for punishment?" her face was blank.

"What is 'glutton for punishment'?" she asked.

He explained it to her and then said, "You're not from America?"

"No. I'm from Japan," she said. "So what is it like working for Harvey? You're very lucky. I bet it's marvelous."

"Uh, not quite the word I had in mind, but I guess so," Mike said. He wasn't used to people asking about his work.

"Harvey's a good lawyer," Natsuki said.

"Yeah, he's the best in the city," Mike said.

"You are very proud of him?" Natsuki asked.

"I've never seen anyone so determined to win, at any cost," Mike said. Natsuki smiled.

"You care about him," she said.

"Well… I'd like to think we're some sort of friends… but that might be stepping out of my bounds."

"He spoke very highly of you," she offered.

"Did he?" Mike was eager.

"Well… highly for Harvey. Which meant he mentioned you exist." She laughed easily and then saw that she had offended him. "I'm sorry," she said. They had reached the subway and both climbed aboard. The subway ride passed in awkward silence. When they got out, she repeated,

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," Mike said with a smile. "I was just thinking… how do you know Harvey, exactly?" she paused.

"I'm his cleaning lady?" she said.

"You sound like you don't believe that," Mike said skeptically. "And besides, why would he care so much about a cleaning lady getting set up in a nice apartment in Chinatown?"

"Well, you're the prodigy," she said. "And we have all day. You can figure it out."

They visited a few apartments before she found one she really liked, a tiny one-bedroom with a steel number three on the door, a kitchenette and – the major selling point for Natsuki – a bathtub.

"I'll take it!" she cried out excitedly.

"Whoa, whoa, let's talk about this for a second," Mike said, pulling her aside.

"What?" she asked.

"If they think you don't want it, they'll offer more," he said in a low voice.

"Like… how do you say it… hard-to-get?" she offered.

"Yes," he said emphatically. Without warning she let out an enormous sigh and leaned back on the countertop.

"My associate says he does not think I should buy the place, so we'll be going now," she said. Mike caught up to her in the hallway.

"Not that hard to get!" he said, trying not to laugh at her.

"You Americans!" she said in exasperation. "You say one thing, you say another thing, and you always turn back on your words!" she walked back into the room. "I'll take it," she said again, "But only if there is laundry in the building," she said again.

"There is laundry in the building," said the woman, who by this point was very confused.

"Excellent," said Natsuki in her best Harvey voice. "I'll take it."