It’s the One That Goes: How Much, How Much, How Much Salt Do You Put on It, Right? – Part 01

Ayaka ran over with a smile and stopped in front of Saras.

“Forgive my tardiness.” She bowed her head.

She had a lovely face. Middle-school age, maybe, about the same height as Haruna. Her voice was deeper than I expected, with a dark and gloomy tone.

“You’re actually earlier than I thought,” I said.

“Are you alone?” Saras asked, scanning the area.

Fair question. The daughter of the chief showing up without any guards would be strange.

“No. There are two people over there.”

Sure enough, two men in black suits and sunglasses kept glancing our way.

One met Saras’s eyes, gave a single nod, then turned on his heel and walked off. The handoff was complete.

“So, who’s this chap?” she asked.

Chap, huh. My lips are chapped.

“This is my darling, Ayumu Aikawa,” Saras said.

“Oh? Ohh?” Ayaka pushed her glasses up and studied me from head