Jay was quick to nod his approval with the change in venue. People were already starting to look at him weirdly, either because he was with a cute girl . . . or he was about to be made into chow by said cute girl. Jay gulped, but followed anyways as he didn't want to seem rude. However, that didn't stop him from showing his nervousness.
He felt like a prey in her game, being tethered along while she danced, played, and frolicked as she saw fit. That being said, it was strange that Jay felt himself just pulling towards Minami. He knew something was wrong and that it was only a matter of time before things went to somewhere far less preferable . . . but perhaps an illusion was nice. This was the longest he had ever interacted with anyone and this image of normalcy was comforting in some ways.
Still, that didn't mean he wasn't keeping his guard up. He had noticed her willingness to not answer questions. Her dodge had given him more reasons to keep watch of her. Her wink to him had given him chills, but they were good chills, the type of chills you would have when you woke up after a long nap. Was she doing that specifically to get at him?
When they did find a quiet seating arrangement in the hallway, Jay sat down quickly. The spaces in front of him were quite nice and comfy looking, but so was the seating next to him. He prayed to whatever god that existed that she would not sit next to him . . . lest she smell his fear. Of course, God didn't seem to like him, so he wasn't too sure if that prayer would work.
"T-thanks . . . Miss Minami . . ."