Misunderstanding
Risa Harada quietly took out her compact mirror, pretending to put on make-up. She found herself clever as she spied on the couple behind her, a few tables back. The red-haired male from the table glanced at her, then proceeded to talk in a hushed tone to the young brown-haired woman he was with. The girl looked over her shoulder and tried to conceal her face with her menu. Risa rolled her eyes and put her mirror away.
"They're spying on us," she informed her partner.
The young, blue-eyed man paused for a second. "... I'm not too surprised."
Risa giggled. "They think we're on a date."
Satoshi Hiwatari shook his head, annoyed. "Unbelievable."
"Oh, they're just young," Risa said. "You can't blame them."
The ghost of a smile spread across Satoshi's face, and he just shrugged, continuing his work. "I suppose."
Risa giggled, finding the entire situation amusing. "Oh, well. Hey, what did you get for number eight?"