215 211 When its private, sometimes I meet an old friend of mine (1/2)

It's been a few days since I heard from the south that Katsura is in a good mood.

It's Christmas Eve, and today's streets are even more colorful as jingle bells and bells ring.

It was such a day, but I was walking the streets alone.

I never thought I'd be here again.

Ahead of my eyes is the store where I used to buy rolls as a gift for Suela.

I remember standing in line for quite a long time back then, and the store seems to be more crowded than before due to the Christmas season.

A clerk dressed as Santa Claus was standing in line with a sign that said he was last in line.

The length of the line seems to be longer than the front if I remember correctly.

Huh, you're standing in line for that one in the cold.

Feeling depressed, I slowly get in line at the end of the line because there is no option but to stay in line.

The reason why I came here is naturally to buy a cake for the Christmas party.

The two are good at cooking, and Himik, who is steadily improving his cooking skills, is not good at pastry, and although they can make it, they both want to eat a delicious cake.

When I asked the others if they could make a cake, they said, ”I have a suicidal thought.

Are you suicidal, that you are, leader?

I remember how long it's been since I held a knife, South.

”I'm not as good as you, Kats.

It's a good idea to remember that Kitamiya can cook, but at an ordinary level.

I want you to remember, senpai. There is no way you can have such a noble hobby as cooking in our previous private lives, you know.

Kaido says that he was living a life inseparable from convenience stores from a distance.

I'm the same way. I can make yakisoba, but when it comes to cake, it's a different story.

And speaking of the otherworldly group.

I know what a cake is, but I don't know how to make it.

The first of which is Memoria, who says that few people have ever tasted the existence of a cake.

”I'm sorry Lord, stay tuned.

Himik is frustrated that he doesn't have enough training.

”I can cook, too, but I'm not familiar with our cuisine,

Suela, who said she was studying, was not familiar with western sweets as she was currently studying Japanese cuisine.

Well, I wasn't expecting it the most, but I did ask the twin angels.

What is a cake?

I had to start with an explanation of their existence.

In a situation like this, the cake would naturally go in the direction of buying and deciding on a store.

At that time, Suela

”Then I'd like to have that roll I had before.

As I told them what I had brought in, the ladies, Kitamiya and Minami checked the store.

”Leader, there's a line of one man in this store, that there is!

”Oh my God, this store is hard to find, it's famous.

I bought the store with the idea that I could easily get a good deal at a famous restaurant, which was quite amazing for the two ladies.

They expected me to come here again, so I came this time.

However, we did not come here with nothing to do this time.

With the combination of Christmas and cake, we knew it would be crowded.

So this time I made a reservation in advance.

Well, that reservation was not an ordinary effort: ......

It was quite difficult to get a reservation for it.

As it is a famous restaurant, there are many restrictions to make a reservation.

First of all, we were told that only customers with a minimum of one hall of purchase were allowed, that we had to make a reservation how many days in advance, and many other things were explained to us, and when I heard at the last minute that we would have to make a lottery in case of a flood of reservations, I thought of going to another restaurant.

Well, the fact that I'm doing this means that I got the reservation successfully.

I should have brought someone with me.

All the women in line are women, and even though they only came to pick up their reservations, it's a tight squeeze.

Even the few men in the queue are couples.

I'm the only man in this store all by myself.

Hindsight is never first, and that's exactly what they say.

Normally, I would cover up this air by smoking, but in Tokyo, you will be fined for smoking outside the designated area.

If you smoke in such a place, you're sure to get kicked out.

Our company is blessed.

I gave a small nod to myself to cover my lonely mouth, reaffirming that I'm usually blessed with the ability to smoke anywhere, and pulled the collar of my jacket up to ward off the cold.

A sign saying ”last row” runs behind you, but you're still a long way from the front of the line.

If it takes a while longer, you pick up your phone while enduring the stares of the women around you.

I was about to proceed with my fingers to look at a random news site, but... ”Oh, it's not Mr. Tanaka!

Oh, it's Mr. Tanaka!

”Ah?

That lowered gaze will soon be raised.

I don't mean to say it myself, but there are plenty of surnames called Tanaka if you look for them.

It's such a familiar surname that there's a pattern where the letters are different and the pronunciation is the same.

I don't know how many Tanaka's are in this line of customers, but I know somehow that this call is referring to me.

You are.

Long time no see!　What are you doing here, or rather, what are you doing in line for a man alone?

I wouldn't be in line if I didn't have to. You've always been the same, Kawasaki.

I looked at the owner of the name that emerged from my memory, who saluted and greeted me.

I'm a genius!　So that's it!　If you take the energy out of me, only beautiful women will be left.

Noisy but not too loud.

The voice with an exquisite volume is familiar, and if you look in the direction of the voice, relying on your memory, you'll find a familiar face as expected.

Midori Kawasaki.

She's a guy I met at a previous company's sales office.

As you can see, she had plenty of energy to spare, and although it sounds nice to call her naive and innocent, at times she was known to be annoying.

She would have been five years younger than me, but her petite frame makes her look younger than her real age.