The autumn sunlight filtered through the yellow leaves, falling on the back of the school building where there were no windows.
Arakawa Reina sat there, her black curls cascading down her shoulders, her full curves looking quite three-dimensional, not at all affected by gravity.
She maintained a classic duck-sitting position typical of girls, with a bountiful bento box placed on her lap.
Because of her employment by the Phoenix Academy Group, she had achieved financial freedom at a young age and no longer needed to save on lunch expenses for future college housing costs.
Arakawa Reina rented a place in advance, and her lunch meals became more lavish.
She wasn't fond of instant noodles and cheap bread. Given the choice to eat well, she naturally preferred more sumptuous meals.
Arakawa Reina checked the time and noticed that Mr. Aozawa was a bit late today, about five minutes slower than usual.
Was he chatting more with Hojo Shouko?
