When I saw Truth coming running, I got up off the bench.
Mr. Truth had brought something like a bunch of papers in a paper bag.
"I'll hold it."
"Oh, excuse me"
Having a bag just over your shoulder is a long way off.
But a paper bag with papers in it would be fine.
When I told him where I was going, he told me to take a taxi.
Line up to the path that taxis often take.
"You happen to see him... that's so fateful, isn't it?
"Well, you can't even say that. He was my favorite writer, so I got a lot excited."
"That's what happens..."
And, Mr. Truth was purely impressed.
I never mentioned that I had met with the actress Naeka.
When you take a cab, Mr. Truth tells the driver where you're going in the way you're used to.
I wondered if I could get there by myself.
"Mr. Truth, do you work in the 'magnificent building' all the time?
"Huh? Oh... right. I've been a freelancer for about three years since I left college."
They can't resist telling their stories.
He told me his background, especially without the appearance of reluctance.
"I didn't want to do anything in particular, but Takamizawa used to come here on a part-time basis... so it felt like you called me"
I was surprised to learn how to get a job like that. [M]
Is it because Mr. Truth is young that there is kind of an atmosphere like joining a new graduate?
"How many is it?
"Is that Mr. Takamizawa?
"No, Mr. Truth."
"I?"
You are unfamiliar with being interested in yourself.
"Uh... it's twenty-five"
After the silence continued, Mr. Truth's phone trembled.
"Excuse me. It's from my husband... I didn't answer the phone earlier"
"Go ahead."
Mr. Truth answering the phone.
I lurk my voice, but I hear it because it's adjacent.
He was looking out the window with a body that wasn't listening at all.
"Yeah... yeah, I still have a meeting... yeah, I'll call you back. Oh, there's the rest of yesterday in the fridge, so by the way... yeah, yeah, sorry."
So I hang up, Mr. Truth.
"Are you all right?
"Yeah, yeah... I was a little surprised because it was my first time working on Sunday"
Excuse me, I'm only allowed on holidays.
"No, never mind that! Really, I was put in charge of the editing."
Mr. Truth smiled as he covered his neck.
Ha. She was beautiful enough to be.
"Actually, this is the first time I've been in charge of the book properly. Until now, I've been doing things like an assistant under Takamizawa..."
"Really?"
"So, but! 'Cause it's okay! I'll make it good!
I'm not worried about that.
I ran out of words.
When I rubbed my eyes, Mr. Truth pulled out his shoulder.
"Okaya-san doesn't seem like a high school student."
"It's often said"
"My husband is already childish and difficult..."
"What are you doing?
Nor do I dislike private questions at all.
"I'm a regular salarier. I travel a lot, but it's just normal..."
I didn't know anything more.
When the taxi arrives at its destination, Mr. Truth pays and gets a solid receipt.
It's early for the rendezvous time with Ume, but I decided to wait at the store first.
The designated shop was a coffee shop in a quiet location for Tokyo.
A number of old watches line the walls, and lighting with electric but lamp heels illuminates the store.
Sitting in the deepest seat, a master-like man brought me a menu.
We both asked for hot coffee.
Jazz is flowing in the store with a tiny sound.
"This is a famous coffee shop."
"Really?"
"There are magazines like Tokyo's Coffee Shop feature... but I wanted to come back once."
The blinding Mr. Truth was like a child.
"Aren't you coming with your husband? With a date or something."
"Oh, you're not coming...... I don't think I've had a date in the last few years. When I was dating, I went to a lot of places."
I asked the master for permission to take out the camera.
Fortunately, there are no other customers.
"You always have it. Do you?
"It's not always... when I go out somewhere or something"
That's what I say, I take pictures.
"Can I take a picture of Mr. Truth?
"Me!? No, no, no! You don't get anything, do you?
"No... I prefer to photograph people to photograph things and scenery"
Though he seemed so lost, Mr. Truth nodded.
Did I break this off as being within the editor's job as well?
The fact that my cheeks are red is like a girl and adorable.
"Especially since you don't have to look at the camera..."
"I'm nervous"
And I accidentally photographed Mr. Truth smiling.
Mr. Truth, who realizes he has been photographed, looks up and whispers his eyebrows.
"If you want to shoot, tell me to shoot."
"I will do so in the future"
I said, I took another one.
"Oh, already!
Mr. Truth, who flutters his cheeks, was still like a girl.
Here comes the coffee, so I turn on the camera.
"Ring."
"Huh?"
"Mr. Truth, you're married and you're not wearing a ring"
"Oh, well... not yet"
Mind your visit, Hiraki and his gaze peel the entrance.
"I was naturalized last year, but only then... no wedding, no ring"
It was then.
The entrance flickered and a little blonde novelist came into the store.
"Welcome"
The sinister voice of the master suited the jazz in the store well.