Shirakawa Sawahei replied to the idle girl saying "wait a moment," then stood up and walked towards the door.
It's broad daylight now, so he wasn't worried about opening the door to find some heavily made-up girl asking if he wanted room service — Sawahei wasn't sure if Neon had this kind of tradition, but considering the hotel was chosen by Hayakawa Kashi, it probably wouldn't be shady enough to allow people to slide in small cards.
Could it be the cleaning staff?
Sawahei opened the door with some confusion, and a familiar face appeared before him. Even though he had met her many times, this girl's stunning appearance still caught him by surprise.
A white baseball cap pressed down her long hair, bare red lips, eyes like autumn water. A white short-sleeved shirt paired with washed-out denim skirt and white casual shoes. Such a simple and clean outfit seemed to collect all the natural cool and proud aura of Hayakawa Kashi, making her suddenly warm like the girl next door.
