The music eventually dipped, the bills fluttered to the ground, and both Izan and Miranda collapsed onto the couch in laughter.
Their hair was dishevelled, cheeks flushed with amusement, but the spell broke as Komi's voice cut through, firm but still tinged with curiosity.
"What on earth," she began, arms folded, "has gotten you two so giddy that you're blasting music and—" her eyes darted to the floor scattered with notes, "—showering money like this house is a nightclub?"
Izan leaned forward, catching his breath, still chuckling as he waved them over.
"Come here, come here. Let me show you."
He picked up the folder from the glass table, flipping it open and sliding the top page toward them.
Komi bent slightly, eyes landing on the Seiko logo and the neat figures printed underneath.
Her lips curved into a smile despite herself.
"Ah… so that's it. I should have known."
