When Tomoe arrived, she had a white t-shirt with a dark jacket on top, jeans, and sneakers. A big pair of yellow-lens glasses and a hat that she used to hide her hair underneath. Like that, she could pass for one of them instead of the famous singer and model.
Hangaku looked at her and made an appreciative nod. “That’s more like it. So, does anyone have any idea where to go?”
Yoshinobu Tokuga raised his hand with a big smile. “I know a nice coffee-house!”
Hangaku immediately grunted, “Not one more of your plans, Yoshinobu-kun! Anyone else?”
Takechi Hito timidly raised his right hand. “I know a place. I went there a couple of nights with my parents. It’s not far from here if we take a train. I believe we can fit in there, because on Fridays it’s an amateur night for comedians, and norma
