"You can do whatever you want with me for just one minute," my coworker, Ebisaki, suddenly said to me as I was still reeling from the loss of my love. Her words were meant to be a joke, but they made my heart flutter. From that day on, she played with my body for just one minute each time. Was it sympathy? Or was she just playing? I just let myself get caught up in her pace. Before I knew it, one minute wasn't enough.