𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚, 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

00:36 - Touch is what we humans crave.

A sigh came out of her lips as she parked near Cafe Poirot with the usually seen neutral expression plastered back on her face. Walking towards the cafe after getting her blue Honda Inspire, she couldn't help but glance at the sushi shop right at the next building where Rum, Wakita Kanenori is. Though the name could even be just a ploy.

"Welcome to Cafe Poirot." Azusa greeted as the brunette entered through the door, a smile on her lovely face as she returned to wipe the last used table with a cloth. The dark skinned handsome waiter turned around to look at the customer to greet them, a smile on his face as always but his actions come to a halt when he saw Sumire. Noticing the stare the actress is giving him, he snap out of his train of thoughts as to why she's at the cafe.

"Welcome, Sumire-san." Amuro hesitantly greeted, bowing in respect before turning back to what he's been doing while still keeping an eye on the FBI agent. Ignoring the male's discomfort she made her way towards on one of the available tables, only to be stopped when she heard a familiar voice calling out to her.

"Sumire-kun, you could sit with us here if you like." Professor Agasa suggested as the members of the Detective Boys encouraged her to do it, aside from Haibara who chuckle in amusement. With a small geniune smile on her face, she made her way towards the group of six.

"Ah! Are you heading somewhere, Sumire-neechan?" Ayumi asked, eyeing the satin purple dress adorned with black and gold patterns that perfectly hugged the brunette's petite body. She also noticed the light curls on Sumire's brown hair, slightly resembling Kudo Yukiko's own. The elegant pair of silver dangling earrings and the silver three layered necklace - that each held pendants of the Sun, Moon, and a star - helped her unintendedly exert an aura of etherealness.

Her face bear just the minimal makeup that she would consider as casual enough, having her looked like she doesn't have anything on her face at all. Well, except for the neutral expression on her face that makes her unapproachable as ever.

"I'll be going to London." Sumire announced as she quickly took her phone out of her pocket, messaging Akai Shuichi that she's on her way. While swiping across the screen, she saw the amount of messages she haven't read yet from Arthur. Not to interact with him is direct order from James, so she couldn't bring herself to look at it even if she wanted to explain a lot of things to the male.

"Is it the time already?" Professor asked, not taking into consideration that the brunette might not actually want to talk about it.

"Not like I can actually escape it anyway. Should deal with it before my parents try to drag me back." She scoffed in annoyance as she fidget with her hair, not wanting for the conversation to further even more as she's not very keen on explaining more about her medical issues, especially infront of kids and her brother.

"If I'm lucky, I'll only need to stay there for a week at most." She stated as she stared at the message she just received from her father, wishing her a safe trip. A tear threathening to escape her eyes in what seemed to be confusing enough for her not to understand.

"Huh? What are you doing to do there, Sumire-neechan?" Mitsuhiko questioned as Genta gulped down the food on his plate like a vaccum. The brunette keep on messing with her hair before she simply answered.

"Annual check ups..."

Her straight answer peaked the others' attention and worry. Canan and Haibara made eye contact, having a feeling that Sumire is receiving something in return for her to willingly go to a hospital.

"Are you alright, Sumire-kun?" Professor Agasa asked.

"Of course. I'm only going because my superior demanded me to. If I'm the one in charge, I'll never even bother to go. Especially after finding out that my people and I are being kept in the dark even after an agreement." Sumire bitterly responded, not intending to guilt trip a certain PSB agent yet it got into his head nonetheless.