‘Saint’ly Alice’s Day (5)

“Iveline, Estelle.”

“Hmph! Finally showed up.”

“...Welcome back, Ian.”

They both had a slight flush on their faces, perhaps because they’d drunk some wine while I was gone.

“You said you weren’t drinking, but it looks like you had quite a bit?”

“Not really? About three glasses? Hey, more importantly, do you know how many guys hit on us while you were gone?”

“...What? Who?”

At Iveline’s words, I looked around.

“Heh-heh! Look at the bastard’s eyes... Never mind, just have a drink!”

“...Here, Ian.”...