Wataru Takagi dialed Miwako Sato's number. As he anxiously listened to the ringing tone, he also distractedly kept an ear on Kazunobu Chiba's conversation.
Masashi Emoto was Chiba's friend, and Takagi did not know him well. Although Chiba had said it would be a fairly proper mixer, that Takagi could just treat it as having a few drinks and socializing without getting nervous, he still instinctively wanted to learn more about it.
It would be bad if it really caused some misunderstanding with Sato...
"Wait, are you talking about a police officer in a miniskirt?" Chiba thought for a moment, his expression turning strange. "Could it be..."
A traffic cop, a community officer, something like that...? In short, the kind who had to work patrol duty and paid more attention to their appearance.
Although a large number of female officers wore skirts as part of their formal uniforms, miniskirts really were inconvenient in many situations...
"Yeah, she's a pretty traffic officer. She seems cheerful and easy to talk to. Aren't you really going to go chat her up?" Masashi Emoto grinned and nudged Chiba with his elbow.
Just as he was listening to their conversation, the call on his phone connected.
Miwako Sato seemed to be in a somewhat noisy environment as well. Voices and the clatter of dishes could be heard clearly behind her through the receiver, as though she were also at a dinner table.
"Hello? Takagi? Is something wrong this late? Sorry, it's a little noisy here. Let me find somewhere quieter..."
"Oh, um, I just wanted to ask whether you'd had dinner yet, um, of course, if you already have plans..."
As he spoke, a hand landed on Kazunobu Chiba's shoulder with a smack.
"What's wrong with wearing a miniskirt?" Yumi Miyamoto, her face flushed from