'P-p-poker Face! Keep it together!' Kaito tried calming his heart-rate, sweat rolling down his forehead in beads. His hands trembled, hidden under the white-clothed table. Disguised at an extravagantly long table under one of the Suzukis' many roofs was the last place Kaito wanted to panic at, but….
FISH!
"Are you feeling well?" One of the servers paused, noticing his discomfort.
"Fine," Kaito ground out, smiling. He peered at the jewel hanging from a chandelier above, his target, then down at the fish….
He bailed, sprinting off empty-handed like Hell-Hounds were after him.
Suzuki Jirokichi started. "Who was that fellow?"