Miss Miki and Mrs. Kasahara seem to be chatting about something, laughing joyfully.
Fujiwara Reya could somewhat guess what the two were talking about, probably ten to one it was about him. Ah, it's really tough being popular...really tough.
"Why are you still not coming over!" Kasahara Fumi's voice sounded a bit cold.
"Eh, I'm coming." Fujiwara Reya drew back his gaze and went to the grill to help skewer the food.
The ingredients prepared by the two ladies were very abundant, high-grade black pork and beef, premium pork belly, etc.; the seafood was also top-notch, with scallops almost as big as a fist, and all kinds of drinks were available.
Kasahara Fumi peeled the scallops, placed them on a foil dish, and put them on the grill.
After a while, the sizzling sound of hot oil could be heard.
The air was filled with the aroma of seafood.
The enormous sunset slowly sank in the west, dyeing the horizon a sauce-like red.
