That half-joke dinner invite? She actually said yes. Ms. Sannomiya—the plain, silent type nobody approached—just agreed. I had a girlfriend anyway, so I planned to eat at some cheap diner and leave. Then she hit me with “Want to keep drinking at my place?” Figured one quick screw wouldn’t hurt. Next morning? She’s calling me “darling.” Turns out she thought we were dating now. That “one quick screw” was just the start of her draining me dry.