Lupe's POV.
“Thanks. You’re always so nice.”
His heart’s always on his sleeve; it cracks me up. Chiba makes me laugh.
Boys like that are precious. I’m grateful—truly.
“It’s fine. I mean...”
I was still knitting when he looked at me all bashful for some reason.
“You’re knitting some kind of flashy something for me, after all...”
“This? This isn’t for you. It’s a hat I’m going to give to Haru.”
“Huh? To Haru? Hold on, though, isn’t that kind of small for a hat? Did she grow a horn or something?”
He answered so blankly that I was shocked. Are you kidding me? Haru hadn’t told him yet. They’re friends, though! How cold!
“It’s for the baby. Haru’s having a baby. Everyone’s freaking out about it.”
“Hmm.” Chiba relished the scent of the tea Sumo served us before taking a sip, turning to the guy next to us, and spitting it everywhere.
“Whaaaaaaaaat?!”
Then he screamed at the top of his lungs, fell over backwards, clonked his head, and stopped moving.
As Mr. Sumo was hesitating over what resembled the murder scene from that one time, I ordered meat for two. I needed to build some muscle.
I’m sure Haru’s kid will be a naughty little thing. I’ll be even busier.