As expected, Counselor headed for the liquor store.
The moment we arrived, the owner hurried over and bowed repeatedly.
Perhaps the owner’s deferential attitude made her uncomfortable; Counselor could only smile awkwardly.
He sure is talking a lot in front of someone who needs a drink right now.
“You seem a little tired. Could you bring out what you usually get first?”
“Oh, goodness. I’m sorry! Whenever I see you, Counselor, I can’t help chatting about personal things… I’ll get it right away!”
Counselor stared at me, as if wondering why I’d spoken up first.
She seemed surprised that I knew so much about her.
“You reek of alcohol, you said your head hurts, and you came straight to the liquor store. It’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“Ah.”...
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