Nagi
(Oh… It’s her.)
(She’s very quiet.)
(And scary. As always, she loads her clothes into the machine, and then she sits in one corner and watches me from behind her book. It’s a little too obvious.)
(...I didn’t mess with some sort of mafia by accident, did I? Am I being monitored?)
(...But business is business, and at the end of the day, she’s not really causing trouble.)