Hikari Ito was not the same woman Azuma remembered from last time, and the great difference was made simply by her lack of uniform.
Her eyes peered out at him through the soft ashen blonde hair. She was dressed in a closely fitted white suit, with high-heeled pumps, and a scarlet scarf around her neck that hung just a little above the glimpse of her plump bare breasts.
She asked Haru to return back first and told Azuma he must remain behind for the time being.
He didn't ask any questions, the monkey-dancing drunk guests were much more interesting.
"Azuma-kun," Hikari-sensei calmly regarded him, "Did you run because they were from Cicada?"
He glanced at her, and all his unhinged thoughts and emotions slowed down. How could she know about that? Azuma had never talked about his speculations with anyone, and it's not been too long since he and Hikari met.
Not long enough.
A playful smile curved upon her lips, "Well that got your attention."
