Talking Machine (5)

Inside the logistics warehouse at the grocery store.

Since there was only one chair, Walter and I naturally ended up sitting on boxes of products.

The boxes contained cat food, so there was no need to be particularly careful where we sat.

And.

Seated awkwardly between the two of us was a mysterious, self-proclaimed android girl─.

‘What on earth is going on here.’

I scratched my head, then handed Walter the bottle of milk I had brought along in advance.

Walter frowned when he saw the milk bottle.

“…Why milk all of a sudden?”

“When I saw you earlier, you looked like you were breathing fire. You must have run here in quite a hurry. Drink that and catch your breath.”...