"Hey, there's no fiction in these," Haruto says, lifting one arm like a body-builder and tapping his bicep. "Don't be jealous."

He waves a little goodbye to the staff at the front and turns easily toward the front door, opening it for Nitoh and leaning on it, hands cradled in his pockets. "Let's hope it's not too busy with nosy newbies," he muses. There's got to be a couple of proactive types in this latest batch, right? There always are.