Marriage in Ikebukuro

Chapter Sevebty Eight

I nodded, taking their orders to the chef. I ordered our stuff and patiently waited for it to arrive. Sighing, I sat on the bar stool, drumming my fingers against the surface top. My phone beepes, saying I got a text. I fished it out of my pocket and lazily flipped it open.

Join the Dollars. No rules.

Sent from Private Number on 14:35. P.m

What the hell? Who the hell are the Dollars? Whay total spam. I'll probably ask someone about it.

"Yuki-chan~!"

Fuck, its him.
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Yuki is so not gonna join da Dollars :D