At the milk tea shop entrance, the girls' gazes were drawn to the man who was speaking. Unlike the fierce-looking Hojo Tetsuji, this man had short, blond, choppy hair.
Judging by his Western features, his blond hair was clearly natural, not dyed at a salon.
He was tall, standing at 1.96 meters, yet his physique wasn't overly muscular in a way that would intimidate other men. Instead, he possessed the lean, attractive musculature that appealed to the opposite sex.
He neither appeared too thin nor were his muscles bulging to the point of resembling an intimidating brute.
The man was dressed simply in a white short-sleeved T-shirt, white casual pants, and white shoes, exuding the aura of a sunny youth.
Hojo Tetsuji could faintly smell a light, refreshing fragrance emanating from him.
"Er..."
The woman, whose shoulder the blond man had just grasped, blushed deeply. Her heart pounded, unsure how to respond to this English gentleman.
