A few hours before Gray came home.
"This seems to be the right place?"
Shifting his gaze from the note in his hands to the house in front of him, Rain knocked on the door.
Knock knock.
After waiting a moment, hurried footsteps were heard behind the door before it opened.
"Rain...?"
The one who opened the door was none other than Evelyn, Gray's mother.
Droplets of moisture from her shower still glistened on her surprised face, and her damp hair fell to her shoulders.
She was wearing a loose dress, at least it was supposed to be loose, but because of her generous form it only emphasized every inch of her body.
Right now, she seemed the very embodiment of femininity, and her body, with its mature charm, made it hard to look away from her.
Barely refraining from licking his lips, he simply smiled.
"It's been a long time, Miss. May I come in?"
"Ah? Ah, of course. Come in."
