Gale glanced at Sayuri and cocked his head. She was acting weird, dragging him off like that with a cheeky grin on her face.

He walked up beside her and looked down, imagining Seiichi in Sayuri's place. Seiichi wouldn't place his hand on his waist like that. Seiichi wouldn't sway his hips as he walked. And his footsteps weren't as light and cheery.

"You're acting weird, Seiichi," Gale whispered.