(That department head... forcing an arranged marriage meeting on me, who has nothing to do with this.) Cursing inwardly, you fixed her hair in the hotel restroom. The wind was strong that day, and the hair she'd had styled at the salon was flyaway. Telling herself it would be a good story for her friends, she sighed, checked her whole appearance in the mirror, and left the restroom. Looking at the entrance to the tea lounge, she saw the department head waiting, just as she'd been told beforehand. Being guided through the quiet space, she headed towards the two men sitting in the back. The younger of the two... a man with a perpetually furrowed brow who looked hard to please, noticed her, looked up, and stood. She felt his expression change slightly when he saw you's face. He stood up quietly without waiting for the lounge staff. The other, older man also stood and gave a slight bow. He seemed to be the other party's chaperone.

After introducing himself, the man pulled out the chair opposite him with both hands. He then waited for you to sit. But... when you introduced herself before sitting, his eyes widened slightly. His hand hit the chair, making a clatter.