She took a small sip from her glass, never breaking eye contact.
Then—She turned slightly, as if finally acknowledging the waitress properly.
"…Service here must be pretty good."
A casual comment. On the surface. But her eyes said something else.
The waitress didn't react. Not immediately.
"…We do our best."
Calm. Neutral. Untouched.
And somehow—That made it worse.
Rina let out a quiet breath.
Then looked back at Furuhiya one last time.
"…Don't get used to it."
"…Places like this. I'm sure it won't last, whatever lucky ticket you've hit."
She turned, walking past the table without another word. Silence settled again. Furuhiya watched her leave.
"…Still the same."
He muttered quietly. Remembering how she was the queen bee, always the most important person around in class.
The waitress was still there.
Looking in the direction Rina had gone.
Then—Her gaze shifted back to him.
"…Will that be all?"
Furuhiya paused for a second.
Then,
"…Yeah."
She nodded once. And turned away.
Furuhiya leaned back in his chair again, exhaling slowly.
"…Yeah…" His breath was now shaky, as were his hands. He leaned forward playing his chin atop his palms.
As he stood up to leave, some of the customers were surprised to see he didn't have a problem with the staff, after all the bill he racked up was higher than $1.000.
As were some of the staff members, excluding the waitress which served him. He understood their reasoning, but didn't care.
He checked his bank account once again, it was still full to the brim. He also checked the time.
[ 12:00 ]
It was soon time for his sister to leave school, but before that he still had some time.
He got into his car with the intention to drive to the shopping side of the estate–he wanted to shop together with his sister, but a little surprise wouldn't hurt.
***
"Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Prada," A female sales associate greeted him, bowing slightly as Furuhiya stepped inside.
The polished interior gleamed under the warm lights, the scent of leather and fine perfume filling the air. Furuhiya felt a faint twinge of anxiety—he never liked luxury clothing—but why not indulge once in a while?
He also wanted a nice gift for Hina. Something that would make her smile.
Furuhiya glanced around the polished interior, then back at the sales associate.
"I'm looking for some clothing for myself," he said casually. "My budget is…" He thought for a bit, how expensive are even clothes in a luxury brand?
Why embarrass himself when he's rich… "Let's say… $100,000."
Her eyes flicked up slightly at the number, then quickly returned to her polite, professional smile.
"Of course, sir. Is there anything you're looking for?
"Something stylish, but not flashy," he replied, scanning the neatly arranged racks. "Also…" He paused for a moment, thinking carefully, "…I'd like a fancy bag for a female, around seventeen."
The associate nodded, making a mental note.
"Of course. Please follow me, sir."
She led him toward a private waiting room, those reserved for the rich and frequent buyers.
***
Inside Furuhiya relaxed in a fluffy, cream colored chair, scrolling through his phone while waiting.
He scrolled and scrolled but his mind wasn't exactly focused on it. Instead he was thinking how now he had a system.
A system from a game he played for more than three years, promising to make him the sexiest..
He coughed lightly remembering the system's words.
Wealthiest man alive as well…
But that wasn't troubling him either.
What was..
"Why in the world did I not get a quest yet?"
He was worried there'd be something like an emergency quest or something, since he couldn't seem to access the quest tab.
More so, he asked the system how to access it, but it didn't answer him, and simply saying or thinking about quests didn't seem to work.
He couldn't remember how to access the quest tab from the game either, since the last time he picked one was two years ago.
One thing he hated about the game though were emergency quests, extremely hard to complete quests after not finishing a normal one.
Thankfully he also won an Emergency quest free ticket from a red envelope in game, so he didn't worry about completing quests at all.
But now it is different. The system from the game came to life, and he doubts that the convenient rewards he got from red envelopes also came with it.
His thoughts were interrupted by the female associate who had just returned, her arms filled with carefully curated selections. Behind her, two more attendants followed—one balancing a tray of watches that glinted under the boutique lights, the other carrying an array of structured bags in soft leather.
"These were chosen according to your budget. Do let us know what you think of them, sir."
He blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sheer coordination of it all.
The garments were laid out with quiet precision: a palette of beige tones dominated the collection, warm sand, pale oat, and soft taupe, each piece exuding an effortless kind of elegance.
Crisp white shirts rested beneath tailored jackets, their fabric smooth and cool to the touch, while a few black staples anchored the collection with quiet authority.
Here and there, touches of red appeared, subtle, intentional accents that drew the eye without overwhelming.
Leather shoes, wristwatches…
Then his gaze shifted to the bags.
They were different—softer somehow, more expressive. Some were structured in cream leather with gold hardware, others in deep black with sharp, modern lines.
One, in particular, carried a muted red undertone, rich and warm. Its rarity was unmistakable—one of only ten in the world, a piece whispered about among collectors, coveted yet impossible to acquire casually. He could already picture it in his sister's hands, matching her moods, her outfits, her quiet way of noticing details.
"These," he said, nodding toward the bags, "are for my sister."
The associate's smile softened, just slightly, a flicker of respect in her eyes. "You have a good eye, sir. Especially… this one."
She gestured subtly toward the red bag, it was apparently a limited-edition piece, one of ten made in the world, her tone carrying admiration rather than just professionalism.