Maybe You Don't Exist

Brrr... It’s cold.

I took about five photos too, then immediately sat down next to Eloise and warmed myself by the brazier. Shooting in spring clothes really is hard when it’s winter.

“H-hello...?”

“Yeah, hello.”

Eloise Whitmore had a really chic vibe, so it was hard to strike up a conversation with her. Even if I look like a kid right now, I’m actually an adult, you know. I don’t really know what kids like, either. I was seriously wondering how I was supposed to start talking to her.

ㅡBeep!

“Huh? What’s wrong, Doggo?”

ㅡBeep...!

Doggo, who had been on top of my head, hopped down onto the grass and, with its little butt sticking up, glared at Eloise and growled.

“Ah, what’s wrong?! Come here, quickly...!”...