Of all the places in Heartland City, nobody would've expected to see Kaito Tenjo, one of the fiercest Dragon duelists, working at a flower shop.
It wasn't like he really had a choice, given that his home had blown up, and he didn't want to be dependent on Faker for money.
To be honest, working at the flower shop was actually calming. There weren't many irritating customers, and working with the tulips allowed him some thinking time. The pay was pretty good too.
The only thing that could go wrong was if someone he knew saw him there, but what were the chances of that?
"…Kaito?"
Of course.
Wincing, Kaito slowly shifted around and gray eyes met golden irises.
Why, oh why did Droite have to be the one to see him in a flower shop? Granted, she wouldn't lord it over his head like Gauche or Yuma would, but it was still embarrassing.
She got down to business and bought some marigolds, just as quickly leaving. Droite did murmur that she wouldn't tell anybody about his job, so that made him feel a bit better about the whole deal.
Though not a week later…..
"Kaito, you work here?!"
How Yuma found out, Kaito would never know. What he did know, was that everyone who knew Yuma would probably hear about his occupation.
Kaito groaned. It would be a long week.