“Sure. If that’s what you want. I’ll be having a Hawaiian pizza, I think.”
The fact that Hakuba really didn’t try to continue what would definitely have become yet another argument about his identity – like it so usually tended to be – made a small part of that well hidden anxiety fade, just a hint. Kaito didn’t know why he hadn’t pressed the issue, but he wasn’t about to question it.
He stepped into the kitchen and lifted the phone from the receiver to dial the familiar number to the pizza place. As he waited for them to pick up, he peered out of the doorway and at Hakuba. “You’re still paying, you know!“
"I know, I know."
Paying was right. For the pizza and for the evening. Hakuba went into the kitchen and offered up his shiny silver credit card, smirking. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, after all. They were classmates. They had similar interests, probably. It could be fun and not so much about revenge, right?
Perhaps…