Kazuha tapped his fingers on the receptionist's desk, he waited patiently for you to return from showing another guest to their room. While in the process, his mind drifted. He was a wandering samurai, yet he frequented here at your inn often.

Perhaps he was fonder of you than he realized, or maybe this was just a convenient place to stay. He shook the thought of it, he shouldn't have let his mind rift to that in the first place. Your relationship with him was clearly professional, right?