"nn-nn. I think it's really nice." She knew that orange hair was uncommon though. At least, it was in Japan. Satou stirred her milkshake with her straw, listening to his reassuring words. He was right. The only person she could full out "mind read" was her friend from home, Mikale, and that was because he barely bothered to hide his thoughts.

"Back home, I have to be careful about my empathy because people would kill me over it... So um! If you could keep it a secret..."

It felt like a good time to change the topic. Satou thought back to where their conversation had branched off.

"Um but. If something scary happens here then don't worry! I'll come find you."