a game of cards.
When Aoba heard the news he was naturally curious and couldn't help but take a peek -- he didn't want to stay long, of course. There were things to do and people to see, literally - someone was waiting for him at his apartment. Cutting through the plaza seemed the best option clearly and it allowed him to satiate his curiosity up until a point. That point being there was a particularly growing crowd of fangirls surrounding what he thought could have potentially been a childhood friend but found a perfect stranger among the masses instead.
"Ehh? It's not him..."
"I wonder what's so interesting about that guy? Well, it's not my business I should -- uwah!"
Blinking, Aoba had only inched his way over for a fraction of a second and though he didn't really intend to stay and butt his nose into business where it didn't belong - unfortunately that wasn't what was in store for him. Before he knew it, Aoba was ensnared by the group of girls and shoved every which way. With little to no time to react, Aoba had been shoved right into the main attraction.
The momentum wasn't enough to knock either over but it was unbearably awkward. Feeling both irritated and embarrassed, Aoba was left speechless -- for all of a minute before he leaned back and cleared his throat with an apology to the taller man at the very least. Clearing his throat, Aoba mentally tried to find a way to escape this mess but had no idea how he could like this.
"Anyway, err -- are you okay?"