"You must have reached some sort of agreement with her," Fujiwara Reya asserted, "otherwise, after what happened with me, you wouldn't have refrained from getting angry. You know, Inspector Suzuki mentioned how you're not one to show mercy to those who upset you."
"That guy..." Kasahara Fumi furrowed her brow.
"He's alright, maybe a bit smooth-talking, but that's exactly what you need right now," Fujiwara Reya said, "at least if you create a mess during a case, he can clean it up for you well enough."
"Mm."
Kasahara Fumi unusually displayed a meek demeanor.
"Let me look into your eyes," Fujiwara Reya suddenly said.
"..." Kasahara Fumi quickly glanced back out the window.
Her reflection in the glass, with her dark eyelashes, made her complexion appear even more captivating. Fujiwara Reya watched her as she subtly shook her head from side to side, warning him to look away, while a blush crept onto her cheeks—perhaps this time, she was truly feeling shy.
