Omi had found that people had a tendency to either underestimate him or overlook him completely based on his appearance. It sucked sometimes, but it was what it was. He couldn't change the shape of his face or the largeness of his eyes. That meant he had to compensate for it with a flirting style that made clear he wasn't as innocent and passive as his looks recommended.

He held his place as Akaya stepped in.

"Oh, this and that," he answered with deliberate vagueness. It was no fun to spell out exactly what you might do, given the chance. He shifted his hand behind his head to press a button on a wristband that activated voice command.

"Share connection with Kirihara Akaya. Send file: business card. Send file: personal contact."

Within seconds, Akaya would get a personal alert of a transfer request.