“Why they’re following you?” I ask Mr. Nishikawa as I serve his order. He doesn’t say anything to me. I assume that he’s avoiding the question. “Look, sir,” Yuuto interrupts, “It will be your fault if these buffoons come and make a ruckus in this place. If you don’t tell us, we can only tell the police that you did this. It’s clear that these people are after you. So, you’d better tell us before anything happens.”
Mr. Nishikawa snickers when Yuuto threatens him. Before Yuuto gets into the fight with him, Hayato pats his shoulder. “Let me handle him,” he says to Yuuto. Hayato isn’t the kind of person who gets involved in a petty fight like this. I guess maybe he can handle this situation far better than Yuuto.
Hayato carries a metal fork as he stands right in front of Mr. Nishikawa’s tabl
