It was a restaurant featuring yellow brick exterior walls.
Ume showed me the coffee shop and the restaurant.
Of course I am, but I'm staying with Mr. Truth.
"I made a reservation at Umebara."
And when I tell the clerk, he takes me upstairs to a private room.
It wasn't particularly luxurious, but it still had an atmosphere.
The six entered a private room with a table that they could afford.
"Can I have some wine from the beginning, too, Mr. Truth?
"Oh, yeah..."
Three people sat stiffened at the edge of the table.
I left all orders to Mr. Ume.
Sometimes the time is still early and the store is not very crowded.
I guess it's just in the time to come.
"You had an appointment?
"Oh, I called you as soon as I decided to meet the boy"
"That's how I decide anything on my own..."
"Never mind."
And the little old man laughed.
When you laugh, you're as innocent as a girl.
But on the back of it, he hides quite a stiff face.
"Mr. Truth, don't you have a boyfriend or something?
"Huh?"
Mr. Truth can't respond immediately to the sudden conversation.
"Oh, uh..."
"Does that mean you're not there... you're an amazing beauty. Besides, I have a good personality..."
"I have a husband."
Mr. Ume is surprised by my remarks.
"Holy shit!? Was it a wife!?
"Tense......"
"But what about the ring? Well, more people don't these days... so? What's he like?
"I don't know..."
I am confused, but Mr. Truth replied.
"Get out of the way... I'm a salaried man who works for a regular trading company"
"Older or younger? How did you know him?
"I'm older......"
I hesitated to send out a help ship. [M]
I wanted to see what happened.
"I knew him... at the club..."
"Club!?
Ume and I heard each other at the same time.
So Mr. Truth's face stained Zhu like the red wine he had been carried.
Waiting for the wine and food to finish serving, Mr. Ume chases after him.
"What do you mean, a club?
Put your big breasts on the table, Mr. Ume approaching Mr. Truth.
Mr. Truth answers shyly as he turns his body upside down.
"Wow, I... like to dance..."
"Oh, oh..."
and react without knowing if Ume is impressed or confused.
I can't stand to ask questions. [M]
"You mean numb?
"No, well... I mean numpa... go often with my friends and feel like I drank with them there"
"Are you staying in bed?!?
When he stirred up the wine, Mr. Ume spoke up.
The young writer seems drunk when he says he's just started drinking.
"Bed in..."
And then Mr. Truth sees me.
For some reason, I felt like I could rub my chest tight. [M]
Are you even jealous of Mr. Truth's husband?
"Well... is that what you mean..."
Gu. And Mr. Truth also stirs up wine.
"Now can I ask you a question here?
"Oh, whatever."
Ume puts her back on the chair and somehow gets a transverse attitude.
"What is the relationship between you two... that Cephre..."
"Mr. Truth, that's a joke."
I almost blew out the soda water I was drinking.
But Mr. Truth had no answer for me.
to do it. And when I laugh, Mr. Ume flicks his mouth.
"No, no. It's not Cephre. It's just that I have plans to be Cephre."
"That's..."
Pretend your gaze to the left and right, and Mr. Truth frowns.
My expression was relaxed and I looked young when the sobriety alcohol came around.
Unified wallpapers and lighting in the warm colors of the private rooms seemed to raise the temperature of the three of them.
"The boy spent the night with me twice, but he didn't do anything at all."
"I am, with you at night!?
"I've had many chances..."
By the way, me and Ume are sitting next to each other, and on the contrary, Mr. Truth is sitting.
Mr. Ume, sitting next to me, still slaps about me.
"You're an idiot!
"Is it a heck of a guy?
"How to say it! Mr. Truth, how to say it!
Trouble.
Is this how older women make fun of younger boys?
In Ume's case, he's a convict, but Mr. Truth is of poor quality because he's natural and teasing.
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
"It's not a heck of a thing, that's..."
I was starting to get drunk, but I just didn't say any more.
Probably tried to tell me there were a bunch of her.
"What is it?
"No, it's nothing"
It's not even something I'm hiding.
That's not why I'm saying it.
Mr. Truth seemed concerned, but he did not pursue it.
After that, two adults stirred up more and more alcohol.
Only I, a minor, eat a normal meal called food and soda.
It was a good time and cut it out of me.
"I think it's time to go home... because I'm going to school tomorrow."
"Rest, rest! Such a thing!"
And, Mr. Ume points his lips.
Especially since I'm here, it's not like I have an exciting topic.
Mr. Truth is drunk, but he can make a normal decision.
"Accounts, I'll ask you"
Take a seat and leave the private room.
It was that moment.
Ume didn't slap me on the shoulder and put her head up.
"Hey, what?
"Nothing... really, you're not going to contact me. Doesn't the boy ever want to see me?
"You won't fool me anymore, will you? Are you kidding me?
When I gave her head, Ms. Ume gave her tongue and laughed.
"It's not cute!
"If you've made fun of me so many times, you'll see."
I sighed and let go of the dish I had left in my mouth.
"Come on, let's go home."
"Heh."
And, Mr. Ume put his bag on his lap.
"Oh, this..."
He handed me a book from his bag. [M]
Sounds like a sample of the new work I was promising. It's a precious book before it's sold yet.
"Oh, thank you!
I tend to forget when we're together like this, but I love a writer named Umeka Umehara.
The drunk college girl in front of you teasing the younger one is the writer.
"What do I do... I want to read it now..."
"I knew you'd stop going home?
Ume's eyes, saying so, were moisturized with alcohol.
Reddish cheeks and damp lips.
"... No, I'm leaving"
And at the same time as I stood up, the door to the private room flickered.
It wasn't Mr. Truth who opened the door.
He was a waiter.
"You have fallen!