Never Mess With Woman Instinct

"Mari, actually I—"

Before Haruto could finish, the notification sound from his phone interrupted him. He paused, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Ah, sorry, I need to check this. It's important," he said, pulling out his phone. The message was from Enji:

"Got an idea. Stall Mari. Get her upstairs somehow. I'll keep Asuka downstairs. Don't screw this up, man."

Haruto frowned. With their ramen already on the table and the shop packed with customers, switching tables seemed impossible. 

He quickly typed back:

"Can't. Too many customers. We can't change tables."

He paused, glancing around the restaurant for alternatives. His gaze landed on the restroom at the back of the shop.

'Maybe I can hide there until Enji gets Asuka upstairs,' he thought. 

But the idea was risky. If Mari spotted her boss, things could spiral out of control fast.