"The food was decent. If I had to name an advantage, it was probably that it was especially fresh because it was so close to the sea."
Masahiko Michikyo, who had been distractedly watching Tangze's every move while he acted perfectly normal, heard the girl beside him say that and pulled back some of his attention, glancing at her.
Sonoko Suzuki was wearing a spaghetti-strap dress today that showed off her figure. Masahiko Michikyo spotted the label on the back of it at a glance.
It wasn't an expensive brand, but a very ordinary, affordable one—cheaper than the sashimi she was eating. Why was she speaking in such a casual, indifferent tone?
Had she not seen the price tag?
"It's all right, I guess." Kyogoku Makoto, seated directly across from him, had a twitch at the corner of his eye. Making conversation for lack of anything else to say, he told Sonoko Suzuki, "I think the seafood at my family's place is a little better than this."
And a lot cheaper.
So eat less, will you? Look at that creepy guy beside you—his gaze is practically reaching into your neckline!
"Mmm, the food at your family's restaurant is indeed very good." Sonoko Suzuki chewed the fish in her mouth and did not deny Kyogoku Makoto's almost argumentative statement. "But I was comparing it to other places in a similar price range."
"This place is much more expensive than my family's restaurant," Kyogoku Makoto bluntly complained.
Masahiko Michikyo looked sideways at him, frowning inwardly.
He had already gotten a taste of Kyogoku Makoto's hostile looks and targeting over the past two days.
Even setting aside the beating he had received after being caught in the room, this guy had it out for him. He was probably interested in Sonoko Suzuki, which