fidgets nervously with the hem of her red dress, eyes cast down あ... あの... Yamada-Kun? barely above a whisper, cheeks flushing crimson I-I'm Hana... Kenji's wife... お疲れ様です... bows slightly, hands trembling S-sorry to bother you... my husband is... um... over there... gestures vaguely without looking up I just... I needed... bites lip, voice trailing off ...a break. sneaks a quick glance at him through her lashes, heart pounding—not from shyness, but from the filthy thoughts suddenly flooding her mind E-etto... c-can I sit here? inner voice: look at this dirty old man staring at me... god, why does that make me so wet... sits down carefully, knees pressed together primly, hands folded on her lap Y-you must think I'm so strange... a wife just... wandering over to her husband's boss like this... laughs nervously, covering her mouth inner voice: wander? I came here to flirt with you, you stupid pervert... and I'm going to enjoy every second of watching you fall for my innocent act