I find this in my neighborhood.

In the park.

Close to where all the love hotels are.

I picture a foreign man with a Japanese woman, both young and relatively good looking, leaving one of those hotels, slightly uncomfortable, yet holding hands. They walk to the nearby park where they hug one last time. The man takes out his card, writes this message on the back, and gives it to the girl before kissing her goodbye.

Now that he is gone, she turns to head home. It’s a long walk and she’s cursing herself for having missed the last train. The least he could have done was offer me money for a taxi, she thinks. Would she have accepted it, though? No, she wouldn’t have. She pauses, looks at the card. “Best day ever?” she asks herself. “Meh,” she answers and tosses it to the ground.