Wesley and Kurt directed me to the Yamazaki restaurant, where they were both currently having lunch. Brandon and Ralph had gone off on a day tour to film for their own channel, while Wesley and Kurt were just having lunch before they took on their own afternoon explorations.
As soon as I sat down, Kurt took one look at me, frowned, and called over a waiter,
"Hey, can we please get some more sushi over here?"
Wesley was just staring at me.
"So, what happened?" he asked, leaning forward a little. I hadn't told him anything yet— just that I needed to see them ASAP. I was a little nervous to admit that I'd spilled the beans, but it all came flooding out regardless. When I was finished, they were both looking at me with shock.
"So... they know. They know everything?" Wesley asked, and I couldn't tell if he was dumbfounded or terrified.
"No— just Kara," I said. He snorted.
"Right. And she's going to keep your secret. Sure."
I was about to retort, but Kurt cut me off.
"You know, I think this could be a good thing," he said. "Maybe it's time we start being more honest with people— and our fans! I mean, sure, they don't have to know everything... but this was a pretty big façade to keep up. Something was bound to give eventually."
Wesley made a face, as he mulled over Kurt's words. The waitress came back with another plate of sushi, which Kurt pushed to me.
"Eat. It's on me— and once you've done that, we're gonna take you out into the city with us."
"Where abouts are you going?" I asked, picking the fish out of my sushi so that only the rice, cucumber, and carrot remained. A smile grew on Wesley's face.
"Everywhere! We want to head to the Shibuya and Ginza districts for shopping."
"Though we might go to Shibuya at night— it'll be all lit up," Kurt added. "Plus, we want to check out all the tech shops and see if we can find some new gear for filming."
I nodded, biting into my sushi— and then my eyes widened in surprise.
"Holy moly," I said, mouth full of rice. "This is the best sushi I've ever had."
Though, to be fair, I rarely ate sushi because of my vegetarian diet.
"They say this is the best sushi shop in Tokyo," Wesley replied, grinning. "I've already had at least six plates of food."
He wasn't kidding— the table was covered in stacks of empty plates. I eagerly ate the rest of my sushi roll, then got started on another one.
"Can I have your fish?" Kurt asked, and I nodded, moving the plate closer to him. We chatted about the sights they'd seen so far— not many, because unlike me they'd been sleeping off their jet lag— but they talked about a cherry blossom alcove they walked through on their way over here. My eyes must have gone wide, because they both exchanged a look.
When we were finished eating, we paid and stepped out of the restaurant. Kurt and Wesley both had their film equipment with them, and started pulling out their cameras again. A sudden realisation ran through me.
"Oh no," I said. "You guys are going to film— and I'm with you!"
Kurt and Wesley looked at each other again, then looked at me.
"The cat's out of the bag, right?" Kurt asked. "We might as well just come out with the truth."
I shook my head, stepping back.
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