Kasumi's face turned beet red in an instant. "F-Fumiko! What kind of question is that—?!" she sputtered, her hands flying to her cheeks as she glanced at me, her eyes wide with horror.
I couldn't help but chuckle, but the look on Kasumi's face was priceless—mortified, flustered, and utterly adorable.
Fumiko grinned wickedly, leaning in slightly, her cleavage nearly spilling out of her coat. "Oh, come on, Kasumi… It's a standard question. Do you want me to check or not?"
Kasumi groaned, covering her face with her hands. "You're doing this on purpose…!"
Fumiko laughed, the sound musical and teasing. "Maybe…" She glanced at me, her eyes dancing. "Look, he got scared…"
That was my cue.
I stood up, clearing my throat. "I'll… uh… give you two some privacy…" I said, trying to keep a straight face as I headed for the door.
Behind me, I heard Fumiko's laugh, rich and amused. "Look, he got scared…"
