someone very, very familiar

The blond nodded to Makoto, bowed curtly and left them, shutting the door behind Shiro politely. Shiro eyed the classy woman closely.
“I assume you’re the owner of this business,” Shiro said with some certainty.
The woman nodded, keeping up a warm smile. “So long as you call it a business. Brings in the yen..”
Shiro nodded calmly. “Been a while.”
The woman still smiled. “You’ve grown a lot,” she said fondly. She sat up and touched Shiro’s arm gently, running up the length of it. Shiro kept herself still and under control, but the woman felt the heat radiate off her body. “Do you need to be so tense around your own mother?”
“What did you want to see me for?” Shiro asked directly.