Chapter POV: Aki Miroku
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"Here's your package, miss," a man in his late twenties said as he handed me an A-4 sized envelope.
"Thank you."
The sun was high in the sky as I sat at a Starbucks cafe. It was quite warm, but nothing I couldn't handle. Curiously, the man who handed me the envelope didn't leave, but hovered over my table.
I read the material and didn't comment on its nature. Annoyed that he was still there, I asked politely. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Perhaps surprised, he shifted his eyes nervously in thought.
"Oh! Um... Nice weather we are having!"
"Yes. The weather is definitely pleasant."
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"...um, I just wanted to say that your English is very good! Do you come here often?"
Every once in a while, I run into people like this. This man, while trying to be cordial, could not hide the lustful desire in his eyes. His body language showed how hard he was trying to control himself.
