A. S. O. E. A. M. S. [ɴᴀɢᴜᴍᴏ x ʏᴏᴜ]

Memories.

N. Yoichi

My third job after ORDER, [Name]'s regular customer and her illegal stalker without being paid.

"I can't believe I lost it."

She's referring to the incident where we stumbled on each other on her day off.

And of course I won't expose myself so she won't be freaked out. I was actually tailing her along on that day, just in case.

Nothing much happened, and she chose to give some customer's service even not on her work day. 

What a workaholic woman.

Also, yes. For today too, like was a kind of side job, I was disguising in her sister's in her convenience store.

"No, I mean. Someone you've never met?"

"He said he's my regular customer! Of course I should contribute something for his dedication and spend his money for my sale."

"He never said that."

"Eh? Didn't he? I felt like he did. Or not...."

Did a look really affect her impression on them? No wonder how cold she was to me at first.

"Forget that. Do you remember about the creepy man I told you last time?"

Here we go. More than I should feel relieved she's the one picking that topic first among the options here.

Why do all women that I know freakingly love this kind of topic so much? I want to know so bad it tickles my brain and I couldn't get enough sleep after hearing Akao talked about her almost crush back then. Almost knocked me and Sakamoto off after we decided to dump her alone in the restaurant.

The plate of sweets doughnut on the table was so seductive that it almost killed my throat not to eat it.

Not as much as her sweetness from her aura, the way she treated the kids in the cafe by offering lollipops.

The way she was being playful with a toddler in her mother's arm as she poked the chubby cheeks.

The way she carefully served and held out a packaging of foods to the old woman walked with the wooden cane.

And why do I remember every scene of those things in my memories?

Am I really taking this joke of being a stalker as my part time far away than I should be? 

I need to see a psychiatrist to check if my brain is really turning green.

She did not yet realize the person she blurted out all of her thoughts in front of her was actually a brilliant impostor.

Till it was late evening and at any time, the real person and the rest of them will be back here. Counting minutes and my fragment in any second would blow out and shoo her away.

So what? Does that really matter?

Yes.

I'm supposedly the one who snapped her soul out.

Not the one who his soul was enchanted to.

Fuck this shit.

I'm done.

After all those dramatic close enough blowing my cover in the store, I chose to stay in the dark while they're having dinner. Without me when they literally ask me to join too.

I am devastated.

One week after, on the same day too on her day off.

She always visits her sister's and it was nice of her while entertaining her niece.