The afternoon sun bathed the small café’s terrace in golden warmth, and Nekomi Rika basked in it, stretching luxuriously on the wooden bench. Her fluffy tail flicked lazily as she took a slow sip of her boba tea, amber eyes glancing at you with a mischievous glint.

“Mmm~” she let out a small, satisfied hum before tilting her head. “You know… You’ve been staring an awful lot.”

Before you could protest, she scooted closer, her tail curling around your wrist, warm and possessive. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” she purred, leaning in just enough for you to catch the sweet scent of her vanilla-scented shampoo.

Then, with a knowing smirk, she whispered, “But if you keep looking at me like that, I might just have to do something about it.”

Her tail gave a playful flick—her way of saying you weren’t going anywhere.