First Of All, Lets Hide My Younger Brother

Chapter 39

"Oh, well, it's…"

While I was choosing what to say first, Astaire took a small notebook and pencil out of his pocket under my skirt. He made a note in a notebook and handed it to me.

"You've remembered me again, haven't you?"

I looked up and looked at Astaire, reading the words in the notebook. Aster is still a bit shorter than me. His eyes sparkled as he looked at me. What is he thinking about?

"I am very sorry that I could not come then. I couldn't go because I was busy getting promoted. But I sent you a gift as an apology. Did you like the doll?"

I forced myself to smile, lifting the corners of my mouth. Astaire opened his notebook again. He hesitated a little, but he wrote it down anyway.

"I liked her because she looks like me."

Aster smiled a charming smile that made it impossible to believe that he was a man. Oh, as expected, the gift worked. What a relief. It was a special doll made to order, which reminded me of the dolls that filled the bedroom, which I saw in the original book.

Now we need to talk about something. But, as luck would have it, not a single thought came to mind, and silence fell again. I had nothing to say to Astaire, so this moment was very uncomfortable. It seemed to me that I was balancing on the edge of a knife. Astaire, who may have noticed my feelings, started writing something down in his notebook again.

"Do you have any questions for me?"

What does it mean?

I carefully examined Astaire's face. Beautiful purple eyes with silver-white hair, like a high-quality wig. Even his skin looked as smooth as if it was porcelain. Like that doll I gave him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite understand what you meant."

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't think of anything to ask Astaire. Astaire wrote down what he wanted to say in his notebook again.

"You sent me a doll that looks like me, but you don't have any questions?"

I feel like I've created problems for myself. I'm not very good at this…

Even in the original story, I didn't know where the conversation with Astaire would lead. I was so nervous that I broke out in a cold sweat. Maybe it's because of the cold air? My shoulders shuddered slightly as goosebumps spread over my skin. Aster quickly scribbled with a pencil when he saw me in this state.

"Are you cold?"

Of course it's cold.

Aster covered the whole body from shoulder to wrists, neck and back with a shawl, but I was in a dress with open shoulders and back. And now it's winter.

Meanwhile, Astaire took off his shawl and draped it over my shoulders. I tensed up because I didn't know how to react to Astaire's actions.

"Thank you."

The silver-white shawl made of the same fabric as Astaire's dress was quite warm, just right for winter. Aster smiled happily as soon as I thanked him. The smile looked sweet and beautiful, so for a moment I doubted that I knew the person standing in front of me.

However, Astaire's note in his notebook soon brought me back from heaven to earth.

"I think you know me."

Drog

The hand holding the shawl trembled. How do you know?

"No way. We met for the second time."