The doctor

“Hmm…” Kathleen turned to her heels to face Theresa again who’s eccentrically looking at the door. “Ohh~ I see…” she intoned, grinning. “Don’t fucking tell me you’re waiting for Tomoya?”

“T-Tomoya… Tomoya what?!” Theresa’s nose crunched. “Who’d wait for that idiot?!”

“You have a point, but if it’s not Tomoya then…” Kathleen paused, tapped her chin, and shook her head. “It can’t be Takumi, nah! You, two, don’t even talk,” she waved a hand in the air. “So, what do you want?”

“Who wants pizzaaaa?”

“Mother fu—,” Kathleen almost tossed her purse at Christian when Tomoya suddenly entered.

“Still too early and you’re already cursing? Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!” Tomoya shakes his head as he approaches the other table near the windows. He placed the three boxes of pizzas he’s carrying and turned back at Kathleen. “I am so disappointed with you,” he continued the tease.