[ Student Council Office ]
"Oy, Yama. There's another reason, is there?" Basty languidly turned his head toward the person sitting behind the desk from his chair around the long table. Yama's seat was facing the window behind him, so Basty could only see a glimpse of the president's arms on the armrest.
"I don't think that's all the reason behind this," continued Basty, intrigued. "We've known each other since forever. So, I know there's another reason you dragged that guy — Ike Lobo's name in this matter."
Yama, the president of the student council, didn't answer.
"Oy, Yama, come on, man. I didn't become your horse for years for nothing." Basty urged in frustration. "I know Ike Lobo is kinda surprising when you see him at first sight or talked to him at first. But since you met him earlier, you probably had a reason to —"
"Today isn't the first time I met Ike Lobo." Yama, the student council president, cut him off mid-sentence.
