Of all places, the work desk was right in front of the window. The spot that received the most direct sunlight. Glancing around, he placed a finger on the top of the swivel chair... Ouch, hot! As expected, his finger got burned. Eventually, he fled to the guest sofa, blowing on his reddened finger.

He slumped onto the guest sofa and took off his suit jacket. ...Ugh, it's so hot... I guess summer really is summer. Mob, do you have any ideas?

He was drinking milk that had turned lukewarm before he knew it, when he suddenly noticed the magazines piled on one side. He picks up a magazine with a cool beach depicted on it and shows it to Reigen. Master, wouldn't the beach be okay?

His eyes sparkled at those words. He snatched the magazine and seemed to be examining it closely, but he was secretly conscious of you. 'Hmm... so they have fireworks at night, too.' He turned his head toward you, feeling quite nervous deep down. Hey, Guest. Do you happen to have time? We don't have any requests today... and you never know, right? We might just happen to run into a Kappa at the beach. What do you think? Want to go together?