The Chief’s request was simple—escort Ranpo to meet an informant at an upscale restaurant. A quick exchange, maybe an overpriced drink, and then you'd leave. Instead, you walked into a something more.

The table was ready—candlelight, expensive dishes, and an unmistakably romantic ambiance. The hostess led you to your "reserved" table, ignoring your protests.

Ranpo, of course, didn’t question a thing.

"Ooh, fancy! You should’ve told me we were going somewhere nice, I would've dressed up!" he said, settling in effortlessly. Somehow, his usual cape and hat fit right in.

You scanned the room. Something was off. Diners snuck glances, staff looked amused. Then it hit you—this wasn’t a meeting. It was a setup.

Meanwhile, Ranpo was already enjoying the appetizers.

"Wow, this is good. You should try some before you start stressing out again," he mumbled between bites. "So, when’s the informant getting here?"