I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

It was early spring weather—just chilly enough to need a light coat.

The crisp wind made me instinctively hunch my shoulders, brushing past my ears and messing up my hair.

Thanks to the fox mask I always relied on, I didn’t have to worry about my face getting cold, which, I guess, was a small mercy.

With both hands wrapped around a warm, toasty piece of bread, I was staring off into the distance.

How did things end up like this?

It was supposed to be just another ordinary weekend lunch.

So why was I sitting here, spacing out with thoughts like this floating through my head?

As it happened, there was one clear reason.

Right now, I was sitting side by side on a bench overlooking the lake... with a strange woman.

“...”

“...”

The awkward silence made even conversation feel impossible.