I swallowed hard as I walked towards Omi. He, on the other hand, stared at me and waited until I stopped in front of his table. He smiled, “Ms. Turner,” he greeted, then stood up to lower his head as a sign of greeting.
I did the same and greeted him back. “Hello, Omi Takuma. I apologize if I made you wait.” I said, then stood straight back up.
“No, it’s okay. There’s still time before 7:30. I got out of the office a bit earlier than I expected and went straight here. Anyway, please take a seat.” He said while pointing the empty seat in front of him with his hand like a gentleman.
“T-thank you,” I replied, then sat across him. I put my bag on my lap and hurriedly looked for his wallet without wasting any second. A day had already passed since he lost it, so he might be a little
