After gruesome time of putting lotion on Saya's back, Ren was finally given respite by being asked to buy her a drink.
"Please take your time making the drink—thirty minutes, if you must. An hour would be the most ideal." Ren placed a hundred bucks on the table, and the bartender happily agreed without asking any more questions.
The bartender quickly understood the bro code — Ren wasn't having a good time and wanted to escape his peers or that his date wasn't going well, and he wanted to escape.
Ren took his time, drinking a cold bottle of beer, and rested his mind and emotions, even if it was just for a short while. He was afraid that he'd end up losing control and exploding if he didn't.
If he continuously spent the entire day with Saya, that was not far from impossible. Although it hadn't been that long, he was already about to lose his mind.
"Hey, Ren. So you did come along."
Ren shifted his attention to the women who were approaching him.
And as if he had just noticed Ragnar was here, Leonel chuckled. "Oh. Ragnar! You're also here?"
"I have been sitting here way before you came. And it's only right that I'm here. I'm the birthday celebrant's partner, after all."
Leonel laughed. "Is that right? Ahahaha. So who's the birthday girl again?"
"Leo!"
All attention shifted once more to the fast-approaching Isolde. Her cheeks were red, but she looked like she was going to hit someone.
"Y-yeah?" Leonel took a step back when Isolde stopped just inches away from him.
"Is it true that we're in a relationship?"