In the backseat with Satoru, while Ijichi drives, you receive a text from a familiar number.

’You almost here?’

Shoko, impatient as ever, is already at the bar and most likely on her second drink of the night.

’Nanami and I are waiting’

And Nanami doesn’t like being late, so of course he’s already there.

Satoru managed to convince you guys to go out tonight, just a nice break from work. Even though the white haired sorcerer doesn’t even drink alcohol, at least he’s being considerate for once.

“Who ya talkin’ to?” Speak of the devil, he’s peering over your shoulder to get a good look at your phone, his annoying self. “Maaann, that girl can’t wait five seconds, huh? Ijichi! Are we there yet?!”

Ijichi flinches slightly as Satoru calls out his name, a natural reaction from the torment his superior puts him through. He stammers a little, a sweatdrop sliding down his temple. “U-um, we should be… soon enough.”