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Negotiations 2
"Excuse me?" Iori asked her frown deepening as she asked, "Did you say, dance classes?"
Kurosaki-san nodded thumbing through something on her tablet.
"Why would we have dance classes together?" Jun asked intrigued but not enough to risk Iori's ire by agreeing with Kurosaki-san
"I watched every appearance you had on the screen, and except for when the media surprised you at the restaurants, all of your other appearances don't have any kind of chemistry in them...."
Jun winced if by chemistry she was meaning Iori's flashback and how he had to practically haul her into her restaurant and carry her into the private room then she was sorely mistaken.
Iori remained still as she watched them her face void of any expression as Kurosaki-san went on.
"Let me show you. It will be faster this way," Kurosaki san sad turning her tablet to them and propping it.
There was a video playing. A slightly familiar video of the restaurant's ent
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