"I thought a bit about yakiniku, though."
Steak, soup and salad on the table. In addition, sausages and potatoes on the side menu. Look at them and see Goto again.
"Hmm?"
With Mr. Goto leaning his head with the knife and fork in hand, I kept my nose and continued.
"Mr. Goto couldn't have done much for a company ..."
In my words, she looked away a little shy and then broke.
"Yes, there's no way I'm hungry."
Mr. Goto always finishes his company's lunch break with something like a healthy food cookie made of wheat malt and green tea in a 500 ml plastic bottle. Occasionally, I see myself going to the cafeteria, but I remember my boss saying that the cafeteria only eats salads. The boss said, "I wonder what such a small meal would be in my heart."
"I wish I could eat well at the company"
"I can't do that, because I have something to image."
"Hey image ..."
I sigh as if there is a need to deal with the unscrupulous images of the uncles. However, I've often seen the patterns in which I've been working and my relationship with others in the workplace has gone well because the image of the other person has collapsed, or vice versa. I think Goto is probably protecting himself from such troubles.
She is smart and rational. Don't lose your career you've cultivated through unnecessary trouble.
"What's the image of Mr. Goto in me?"
"Is the image bad?"
"Separately"
"It's not okay"
Mr. Goto put a knife in a steak in good mood, lightly speaking my nasty remarks. She smiles like a happy smile while biting the meat she brought to her mouth.
Looking away from the smile, I squeezed the corner that would lift me.
I don't feel bad when I think I'm monopolizing her look, which no one else in the company would see.
"Sore, yo, ri"
When I noticed, Goto was staring at my eyes. There is an expression on the face that tells you that there is something dissatisfied.
"Well, what can I do ..."
When asked while feeling cold sweat sticking to his back, Goto narrowed his eyes and shook his neck slightly.
"Why did you refuse to travel?"
After all that?
It was a half-expected question, but it was bad for my heart when asked clearly.
"Is it bad?"
When I asked that question, Mr. Goto shrugged and put the knife back into the steak.
If you don't want to answer, return with a question.
That's what Goto told me when I just joined the company. I didn't think I would use it for Goto.
"It's not good or bad. I don't take work stories outside the company."
I wondered if this was a job story, but it was clear that Mr. Goto's words now have other meanings that cannot be included in the direct meaning of the words. Silently, I wait for her words to continue.
"I'm not saying there's a problem with what I refused. It's the same who went."
Mr. Goto uttered something that would not seem to be a manager, so he smiled unintentionally.
"That would be too much."
"It's not too much to say. Our branch employees are so good. No matter where you go, you'll be pleased with other branches."
In addition, Mr. Goto cheeked the meat.
I wasn't complimented on me, but I felt strangely happy with Goto-san's words.
For some reason, this person looks at each employee.
I heard later that it was Mr. Goto who strongly pushed for Mishima. Until recently, I had misunderstood Mishima's potential, but she was a terrible talent when she opened the lid. There are some problems with the way we work, but that's all I need to understand and get out of my boss.
"What's up with you? I'm still in the middle of talking?"
"No, not something else ..."
"I was obsessed."
Goto glared at me unsatisfactorily, then paused and opened her mouth again.
"I'm asking, 'Why did you refuse?' I don't say a word that I shouldn't refuse."
"Ah……"
After all, can you dig into that?
As expected, I am not stupid. I can easily imagine why Goto cares about it.
"Is there a woman?"
When asked, he went straight to the point where he looked frightened, but immediately shook his head and placed his knife.
"... Is there any other reason why people who have never refused a business trip suddenly refuse?"
"There's other things like physical condition and tiredness."
"You've never been sick since you joined the company, and you're all tired."
"Hah ... no difference"
I don't regret having worked so hard, but I didn't expect to backfire in this way.
But I can confidently answer the question of whether I have a woman. I looked at Goto's eyes and opened my mouth.
"I don't have a woman. I'm not in my eyes except Goto since entering the company."
To put it plainly, Goto opened his mouth halfway open as if for a moment, and then looked away from me.
"That's right ..."
Goto shook his head while waving his gaze on the table.
"Well, it doesn't seem to be a lie. Yoshida-kun swims a lot when he lies."
"Are you on par with world swimming?"
"What?"
"No, anything"
I remembered Asami's words and whispered, but I didn't have the courage to say the second. Anyway, I'm really not good at lying. I didn't even know that Mr. Goto was recognized that way.
"So why?"
No matter how we divert, Mr. Goto will eat.
"Why did you refuse?"
I swallowed slowly.
If you tell a lie, you will definitely get out. In that case, you have to choose words that do not have a wave while communicating the facts.
I got hungry.
"I don't mean there's a woman I'm dating, but I have another housemate at home right now. It's a very young, underage."
When I said so, Mr. Goto looked down.
"What is that and what?"
"That's right. I live with a minor child. I don't want to stay home for a long time."
"No, I understand that, not there."
Goto was confused and looked down, tilting his head.
"Is that ... what kind of relationship is a child, a minor ??
"I lived in the neighborhood of my parents' house, and I'm familiar in the past."
I took great care to make sure I couldn't swim my eyes, and I said so. Goto was listening to the words while staring at my eyes.
"... Yeah, so why is that familiarity in your house?"
"I heard she ran away. She didn't have any other ate to rely on."
Not a lie.
"from when?"
"A few weeks ago"
When I answered, Mr. Goto nodded many times, seemingly curious.
"I see, that's why I started to look strangely late."
"... Did you appear so much on your face?"
"Yes, that's right. Well, it seemed to be working more efficiently, and I didn't complain anything."
To put it another way, I feel like I've never worked on a delivery date but never minded my time to leave. I never worked on it in the first place, but it's often the case that I can go as fast as I can and still keep up with what I had planned by the time of the day. The company I work for wasn't too noisy on a regular basis, so from the time I was a rookie, I had a habit of leaving the company until I had reached the planned progress for that day.
So, recently, when the time was approaching, I was working crazy with dying. Even so, the work I had planned for before the scheduled time did not end very often, but obviously my leaving time was earlier than before Sayuu rolled in.
"I'll confirm it."
My ears were sensitive to the temperature of Goto's words dropping.
"Is that child a man or a woman?"
I thought I would be asked. Depending on my answer to this question, the meaning of the word "living together" can change significantly. However, as I was asking this question, I already knew that Mr. Goto knew a lot.
"If you don't say, don't you know?"
In my words, Goto looked away and licked her lower lip in trouble.
"Yoshida-kun ... I guess you know ... it's a crime and a paper? Isn't it possible for a girl who has run away to stay at a man's house?"
"I know."
"I'll ask you, but I'm not going to be crazy with that child."
Goto's tone was harsh. Goto, who doesn't usually break a soft smile, is throwing a straight glance at me now with a mysterious look.
"But that's not the case.
When I answered clearly, Mr. Goto stared at my eyes for a few seconds, closed her eyes and sighed exaggeratedly.
"... I hope so."
Goto again puts a knife on the steak and starts cutting meat. However, immediately his hand stopped.
"... Yoshida-kun"
"what is it?"
Goto looked back at me again from the flesh.
"I don't understand."
"e?"
"You said you like me."
"I told you, that's serious."
"Yes, I know, but"
Mr. Goto turned his eyebrows and once looked away from me. And after a breath, I looked at me again. Clearly dissatisfied colors are oozing out of the face.
"But I don't like to say that I spent every day in the same house with a woman other than me."
"No, a woman is a shame. It doesn't mean anything else."
"That's not it, it's not that, Yoshida-kun"
At last, I put my knife back on the table, and Mr. Goto hurts me to bite.
"I know you can be very gentle with women, and you can tell from your attitude that the girl you live with isn't your love affair."
"So what's so much?"
"Human values change every day."
Goto blocked my words.
"You may think so today, but tomorrow? The day after tomorrow? As I go home alone, you will meet with the child. You don't know when your feelings about the child change."
"No, that's why high school girls aren't subject to love in the first place."
"Now, there are a lot of grown-ups who say they're high schoolers, and you never know when you'll notice them."
"Mr. Goto"
"And if Yoshida didn't care for him, what about him? If he fell in love with you and suddenly pushed him down, he refused to do it." …… ”
"Mr. Goto!"
Goto-san shook his shoulders and stopped his words when I made a little noise.
Say slowly, as if licking.
"That's not really the case."
"... really? Can you swear?"
"I swear. Why cut my finger?"
When I said that and put up the little finger of the right hand, Mr. Goto stared at the little finger and suddenly smiled.
"I hate it, suddenly treat me as a child."
"I haven't ..."
"Yeah ... I was a little too emotional. Sorry."
Mr. Goto bowed small and put a knife in the cut meat. Bring the meat to your mouth, chew it several times, and exhale through your nose.
"Delicious"
"It was good."
Mr. Goto kept his gaze on the meat silently for several minutes, keeping his eyes down like a relentless child. During that time, I was silently sipping a little cold blended coffee. I glanced at the watch and found that it was around 20:00. Is Sayuu having dinner by now?
"... Yoshida-kun"
When she was called out and turned her gaze back to her, she found her self-confidence, which she couldn't usually imagine.
"... Isn't it stolen by a young child?"
Mr. Goto asks a little bit of attention.
I felt goose bumps on my whole body.
"Mr. Goto ..."
Her expression she has never seen before. Just by thinking that I was the only one who pulled it out, I felt my body tremble with emotions that I could not understand as pure joy or superiority.
In short, I was excited.
Looking away from Mr. Goto, I continue my words.
"It's been five years. A woman who's been in love for five years has said that she loves me and can't flutter with other women."
Goto also turned his cheeks a little red and turned his eyes away from me.
A subtle silence flowed between them, and then Goto made a deliberate cough.
Looking back at her, there was Mr. Goto with a usual gentle smile and confident feeling.
"So, if you say that far ..."
Goto tilted his head slightly and raised one corner of the mouth.
"Let me see that child."
With that word, my thoughts froze.
Let me see you Who?
Goto-san.
To whom?
To Sayu.
where?
"Eh, that's ..."
Goto-san scorned me with a cold sweat.
"I want to go to Yoshida's house."
"No no no"
"Isn't there anything wrong?"
"No, but it's really bad"
"why?"
To Goto-san's simple question, I choked.
"Why ..."
"It's harder to invite me home than to live with a high school girl?"
"..."
Completely lost words to return.
Looking at me, Mr. Goto nodded satisfactorily.
"Well, it's decided."
I did not reply.
That was, in effect, the same as giving permission.