The cafe door closed behind them with a dull thump, that little bell above it jingling like always. The air outside hit them right away, cold, kinda gross, smelling like old food stands and the weird electric smell from the vents.
Aiko was already grabbing Nash's sleeve before he could even take one full step. Her fingers dug into the fabric like she was trying to strangle it, and then she just started walking forward, basically dragging him along behind her. Her twintails bounced with every angry step, and honestly? She looked ridiculous.
Her face was so red it was almost funny, full tomato mode. Cheeks burning, ears pink, even her neck was flushed. She looked like she'd just sprinted through a sauna in a winter coat.
