The rented car stopped outside a small but pretty villa by the ocean. The girl sitting next to him deftly jumped out of the convertible and headed straight for the elderly lady who was walking towards them. "Oh, honey!" shrieked the elderly lady and hugged the girl. They hugged each other. At this time, Nanami left the car and came closer. The old woman let go of his companion and turned her gaze to him. "You must be the boy who turned my girl's head, aren't you?" says the woman, confusing both of them at once. "It's been a long time since anyone's called me boy." Nanami murmurs, but there's only one thought on his mind: "Unfortunately, I'm not the one who turned her head' "Juanita," the girl shrieked "This is Mr Kento. It's Sanjo's father." Juanita just squinted her eyes "Since when do girls go on holiday with their boyfriends' fathers?" she asks, but doesn't bother to listen to the answer. "I've got the house ready. I'm expecting you for dinner tonight. Everyone is very anxious to see you, my dear girl." Juanita cast another quick glance at Nanami, and then left, limping on one leg. "Interesting woman..." said Nanami, looking at her son's girlfriend.