“Sound’s great,” Kazuha began before shutting her eyes and holding up her pointer finger. “Just let me go grab my purse!” Kazuha yelled instantaneously spinning around and running into her home.
Kazuha was in such a hurry she’d forgotten to close the door on her way in. However, it only took her a minute or two to reappear in front of Hakuba – she was panting softly and smiling broadly, her purse swung over her shoulder as she brushed off her clothes and fixed anything that may have been amiss.
“So ya say they have cute stuff? It’s been a’while since I gotta new phone. I half’ta say. I’m excited!” Kazuha said – stepping beside him when she felt she’d looked well enough to begin walking.
“Ah… ‘cute’ is rather objective, so I suppose you will have to judge that for yourself… but I do believe that there will be something there for you."
Hakuba wondered, briefly, if this was such a good idea. Helping a lady with a task like this was noble enough, certainly, and he did suppose that it was more or less his own fault. But Kazuha, she was… well, almost as spirited as Hattori. How was that even possible?
Would this end up being Hakuba’s undoing?
Biting his lip, the detective extended his arm for her to take hold of, to walk with her.