Rika flipped the notebook open on the table, her pen tapping rapidly against the page.
"Alright," she said. "We've got exactly seven days before his birthday."
They were gathered in Reina's apartment again, a small, warm space filled with the smell of chamomile and the faint sound of rain outside. Mayumi was sprawled across the couch, sipping orange juice through a straw like it was wine. Reina sat beside her, ever composed. And at the corner of the table, Saki sat quietly, the faintest smile playing on her lips.
Rika sighed. "He's been suspicious already. I think he might've seen one of us the other night."
Reina chuckled softly. "If he did, he's pretending not to. That boy's sharper than he looks."
"Boy?" Mayumi teased, raising a brow. "You sure that's what we're calling him these days?"
