159 Perhaps I really am a thickheaded protagonist?  

Yeah, I was naïve.

Way too naive. 

The café?

It was more than just a café. 

The waitresses were wearing costumes and the people inside were nothing but couples. And that would have been fine but instead of being a typical café, this place had secluded rooms for privacy.

And apparently, one could, in theory, borrow the costumes from the café/ hotel and do stuff. 

I had an extra bad feeling about that. 

"Are you sure, we should be going in there?"

Because no matter how I saw this, this looked more like a frigging hotel- where you do stuff- than anything else: definitely not a café. 

All this time, I was the one who was holding her shoulder but now, now she just grabbed my arm- a lot of stuff touched a lot of other stuff- and we walked. 

She did not answer me, no. 

She'd already booked a room so we went up to the second floor. The secluded rooms I guess. 'Should I really be going here?'