Layla's new living arrangements in Japan had finally settled into place. It was during a casual conversation that she asked if she could visit Wataru's home to discuss security measures. Wataru readily agreed, curious to hear what she had in mind.
His apartment complex boasted an automatic lock system, complete with cameras to monitor visitors at the main entrance. When Layla arrived, however, it wasn't alone. A small entourage of burly bodyguards accompanied her, standing out like a sore thumb.
Wataru couldn't help but feel a twinge of disbelief. This is the kind of thing only Middle Eastern royalty would do, he thought. But then, it made sense. For someone like Layla, wandering alone wasn't an option. The risk was too great. Still, the presence of her guards seemed to attract more attention than it deterred.
