Kyouko's eyes briefly drifted to the table.
Haruki's phone…
It was resting beside his cup, the screen face-down.
She waited patiently, letting the conversation flow, smiling softly behind her calm expression.
When no one was watching too closely, she subtly reached into her sleeve and slipped her own phone out—then gently placed it beside his on the table.
The chatter around them grew louder. Laughter, the clink of glasses.
But in her mind.
No matter what… I'll get his number.
His social account. His contact. Something.
She sipped quietly, keeping her expression serene as always.
"Hey, Kyouko!" Kitayama suddenly called out.
"Yes, Father?" she replied with her usual gentle tone.
"Does Satomi know he's working here?"
"Yes," Kyouko said smoothly. "But Satomi didn't tell me he was in Okinawa… perhaps because she's too busy."
"Busy, busy!" Kitayama scoffed, shaking his head. "Life isn't just work!"
He pointed toward Haruki, grinning.
"Remember that, Haruki!"
