After sending Hoshino Ai a message, he left the office for the moment to sort out lunch for the two of them.
There wasn't enough time to cook now, so he could only buy something outside.
Ah~ if only Filia opened on weekends too...
Mujica's preparations to assemble
Meanwhile, about a kilometer from Yoyogi Park, near the shopping district around Uehara Station in Shibuya Ward.
At lunchtime, two people had arranged to meet that day at an upscale café called [CAFE Montmartre].
The café occupied the first floor of the square podium of a luxurious skyscraper. The floors above the podium featured an ancient Greek columned façade, giving it a distinctive design.
Above that rose the main body of the tower. Taken as a whole, the building was quite striking.
Its name made it clear that this was a French café, since Montmartre was the name of a street in Paris.
Whether it had captured the essence of French style was another matter, but its interior furnishings and décor were certainly luxurious.
The several-story atrium in the podium was magnificently spacious. Looking up, one could see the corridor railings on the floors above, while broad swathes of sunlight spilled into half the café.
The luxurious crystal chandelier, polished until it sparkled, attested to the establishment's caliber.
The orderly arrangement, generous spacing, and refined brick-walled interior design added sophistication to the luxury.
Every table and chair here silently told its customers—don't pretend to be rich if you don't have the money. Regretting it after seeing the menu would be awkward.
In a sofa booth against the wall, a woman... or girl, with short purple hair, sunglasses, a round sun hat, and a strappy dress was checking the view counts on the videos she had filmed earlier.
"Hmm~ I guess that's all