"I don't like this. He's taking too goddamn long." Masato muttered to nobody in particular. Masato had a history of talking to himself. Some people called it a psychological problem. But the truth was, he talked to himself, because he understood himself. Not entirely, of course, but for the most part. Masato just found no pleasure in talking to others, unless it was required. To him, nobody but himself could provide a good, entertaining conversation. Nobody except Mesaki Mazuhara. But he had a weakness. It was a weakness many men had. The weakness for the opposite sex. "Nice night, eh?" She nodded.