Exquisite dishes were served one after another, the aroma of food beginning to fill the air.
Kasahara Fumi ate quietly, and Fujiwara Reya also remained silent. The intense midday sunlight spilled onto the glass tabletop like splashes, and she occasionally jabbed the plate with her stainless steel fork, sometimes taking a sip of whiskey.
"Do you want a drink?" she suddenly asked, looking up.
"Not this," Fujiwara Reya cut a piece of duck pâté, sending it to his mouth with a fork while shaking his head, "I can't handle strong liquor, usually just beer and low-alcohol sake."
"Waiter," Kasahara Fumi raised her hand, "a bottle of beer, please."
Beer was brought over, and Fujiwara Reya grabbed a glass to pour it.
Kasahara Fumi put down her fork, resting her chin on her hands, looking at the foam in the glass with a cold expression, "Who buys the beer and sake for you?"
