Fight day, March 4th, 2016
Morning at Kaede's workplace
The office feels unusually quiet.
At one corner desk, Aemi leans close to her laptop screen, her brow furrowed, fingers flying fast. She's not working. She's still hunting for tickets.
"Come on, come on…" she mutters under her breath, refreshing the page for the fifth time.
But it sold out, again.
"Ugh, you've got to be kidding me…"
She switches tabs, another ticket site, then a reseller forum, but no luck.
Yuta, sitting beside her, glances over. "What's wrong now?"
Aemi doesn't even look up. "Tickets for Ryoma's fight. Sold out. Everywhere."
Yuta peers at her screen. "Wait, really? Already? That's insane."
Maho, who's been quietly sipping coffee nearby, swivels her chair toward them. "You're joking. It's never sold out this early."
