When I swallow the cafe ole I received all at once, I throw it into the empty can holder that was installed next to the vending machine.
In the meantime, think.
Where did you feel the feeling similar to the discomfort you felt from this person?
Is there anything in previous conversations that would be a hint?
In limited information, look for answers.
"I'm a student, so did you want to talk to me about something?
That's what I asked.
To my inquiry, the man shakes his head sideways.
"From my point of view, I guess we should say 'yes' here, but it's a raw hatred, but it's not... because students' words and opinions aren't always valuable."
I have no objection to this word.
I know you're saying the right thing, but I thought there was only one thing I had in common.
"... don't they say it's twisted?
The idea is somewhat, no, maybe twisted.
Indeed, the words of students with little experience in life cannot always be valuable.
Still, it's something I'd say is precious for now.
But I ran out of words about this guy being different.
That's all I could think about.
"Sure, a familiar person tells me that he thinks the words are free of lies."
'So,' the man goes on to say.
"I want to talk to you because it's you, Makoto."
……
The man, elbowed on both knees and said in a slightly forward position, is quietly waiting for my word.
He seemed to confirm my reaction to what I just said.
From that gaze, I return the first joke I made without distracting myself.
"... I don't have a hobby for you."
"Neither do I, I have a loving wife and a loving daughter at home"
You know what I mean...
I knew it, but I expected it to be white air.
To return the unexpected, I showed a little confusion, but I'll get right back to the point.
"May I ask why it's me?
"I told you, I heard you."
"Who's that from?
Isn't that school?
It was a discretionary decision, and I assumed it was from school that you were listening to me.
If you've heard information from anyone I know, not from school, and you're interested...
At once the range of expectations was narrowed.
In this case, I want to thank you for living in a narrow relationship.
Thanks, me.
"From my daughter."
……
No tips.
My daughter told me, but I don't understand your daughter.
If I tell you, I don't even know your name.
Name yourself again after noticing a decisive lack of information exchange.
"Speaking of which, I hadn't said it from myself yet, but it's a good one"
"I forgot what I did, my name is-"
"President"
Right now, when I finished introducing myself, I got a voice from behind us, from the front desk.
What a bad time.
It is also necessary to complete the requirements of the person who will be behind you once you continue to introduce yourself, which has been interrupted.
I thought so, and looking back, it was someone I knew who was there.
"... Kuroi?
"I'm sorry I'm in the middle of this conversation, Master True Liang."
Grandpa smiled. Kuroi is the butler and driver of the house in Kirosaka.
In addition, I was told that while Kirasaka was attending school, she was engaged in secretarial work for Kirasaka's father.
"Why is Mr. Kuroi here?
"The president is coming to this hotel today."
It was a natural response.
There is only one reason Kuroi is here without Kirasaka.
Because besides the person named Minoru Kirasaka, I have someone to serve in this hotel.
Looking back slowly, I turn to the man I was having a conversation with earlier.
I mean, the man Kuroi said ”president” - the man I was talking to earlier...
"Let's continue with the introduction, my name is Miya Kirasaka."
This man, who did not understand any emotions, smiled invincibly.
Was this the father of Kirasaka...
I was finally able to understand what it meant to feel similar to the discomfort I felt from my gaze, tricks, and walking that I had felt somewhere.
"... that's why you heard me"
"My daughter seems to be getting along."
No, there's no such thing as getting along.
Thanks to your daughter, every day is a big deal.
Be this parent. I have that girl.
It does look just like her, like the atmosphere that surrounds her.
Instead, it made me wonder why I hadn't noticed it before.
Kuroi, who participated in the conversation from the middle of nowhere, looked at this one strangely, but now he can't afford to answer that.
To my classmate father, who sits in front of me, it sounded like his voice had changed when he was pointing at the whole nerve.
"I just want to hear one thing"
I realized later that the reason this man spoke to me was that I could see why he was here today in a conversation that was serious enough to make me think so, and that his attitude was unconsciously raised.