“Sure, but don’t try to fool me. If you offend me, I’ll go to the police and tell them everything that did and didn’t happen.” “I’m not lying. I’ll have it ready by next time.” “Then I’ll come see you tomorrow. Tell me your address.” Kousaka winced. What a forceful girl. He told Sanagi the apartment address, and she entered it into her smartphone. It seemed she was checking the location with a map application. “It’s in walking distance from here,” Sanagi said to herself. “When do you get home?” “Anytime.” “Anytime… so, what’s your job?” “None.” “Then why are you wearing a suit?” He didn’t care to explain, so Kousaka just replied “For show.” Sanagi had an expression of deep shock, but immediately muttered “Well, I guess I can’t speak ill of others” and glanced toward her own outfit. Kousaka waited for further words, but she’d already wrapped things up for herself. “You know, I was wanting somewhere to kill time all day. Loitering around outside on weekdays would get me escorted home.”