"There you go, your restaurant," Shiro halted his steps before a large restaurant. The name was written there in large and cursive alphabets. "Let's go then."
"Wha-what? Ya comin' too?" Airi asked, seeing him going in, hands still holding hers.
Hearing her words, his grip on her slipped off, and he turned his eyes at her, with a stunned look on his face. "So, you are saying that a guy who just canceled his plans to help you here, and you won't invite him in? How impossible can you get, Miss President?"
"Dude, did I tell you to cancel your plan?" Airi snapped at him. What was wrong with his tone there? He was getting prickly in every single word she said.
"That's called kindness. Helping out a lost kitten, that it is," he shrugged his shoulders, standing in a slouched manner.