IT WAS AYUMI

Thirty minutes later, Akira walked out of the bar. She left a few crisp notes beside the glass of water on the counter to thank the bartender for his help. She could see that he had already seen through her act even though he did not say anything. 

It was expected. Her acting skills were not top-notch, especially without a lot of preparation. And people in the service industry were quite experienced with reading people after dealing with countless customers daily. 

Fortunately, the bartender was not a problematic person. He was cooperative from the get-go, so he did not force her to deploy hard methods to find out the information she needed. 

After hearing the story, she understood the reason he had also come to a quick conclusion about her pretence. Apparently, Kaito had claimed to be a crime journalist with a lot of dangerous enemies. The bartender overheard the matter while serving drinks.