"What the fu- Is that Keisuke?" Junro pulled his sunglasses off - it was past dusk anyway - and stared at his ex . . . and the slim, pretty little thing curled into Keisuke's side, looking up at him like he was some kind of wonder. "How the hell did he get such a sweet, pretty boy on his arm? Kei is trash!"

"Uh . . . didn't you date Kei?" Isumi asked slowly, looking at Junro rather than the pair across the street.

"I said what I said." Junro said with a huff, crossing his arms.