After wandering around the block wearing sunglasses beneath a cloudy winter sky while pretending not to monitor the parked vehicle every few seconds, Ryoma slowly begins realizing something unfortunate.
At this point, he probably looks far more suspicious than the actual suspicious people. So eventually, his eyes drift toward the convenience store across the street.
"Ah, that works..."
Just to stay looking normal, he crosses the street casually.
The store automatic doors slide open with a cheerful chime, and warm air immediately washes over him.
"Irasshaimase!" the store clerk calls out from behind the counter.
Ryoma nods and wanders deeper into the aisles, trying to look like someone who definitely entered with a purpose. Unfortunately, he quickly realizes he has absolutely no idea what he actually wants to buy.
His attention drifts lazily from shelf to shelf while his brain continues splitting itself between snack options and possible international espionage.
