"Matcha?"
"Alright, let's put it this way." Mocha leaned forward, clearing his throat. "You find out everything about Matcha in three days— his real name, where he lives, his family, everything. If you manage that, Teacup and I will step away from this mission."
"Three days? Are you kidding me? Just three days? I'm planning to take two days off starting tomorrow, and Madam Michelle isn't back in town yet. Security says he's tied up with important matters and won't return until Wednesday or Thursday!"
"Madam Michelle? So you plan to go straight to the bar boss? Little Candy, you're too naive."
"He's the owner; he must know more about Matcha."
For some reason, Mocha started laughing with an annoyingly amused expression.
"Or I could ask Matcha directly," Suga muttered.
Haha, Mocha's laughter grew louder, and Suga shot him a glare. If he kept laughing like a fool, it would draw attention to their table.
