EIGHT-TEN PM, NIGHT OF THE GALA.
ON THE SECOND FLOOR, INSIDE THE VENUE.
Sorahiko isn’t back yet.
He’s been gone for a while now.
Did he get lost?.
No.
That’s unlikely.
“Why is she taking so long?”. I turn to ask Misa.
That look she’s giving me is annoying.
What's wrong with worrying about my secretary?.
“It’s Riko”. She replies simply, still tapping away at her phone.
Saying that it’s Riko should be enough to clear my fears— Riko is naturally very scatterbrained, for all we know she might have gotten lost, but she replied to me too fast.
It's almost like she’s trying to divert my attention.
“So?…”. I watch her closely, taking note of all her minute reactions. “She’s taking too long”.
I’m tired of standing here while people try to discreetly stare at me. Keyword being ‘
