⌠ 1 ⌡
Bells chime.
Door hinges squeaking.
The sound of fabric.
Takanashi.
"That's a weird smile you've got right now."
"Really?"
I bring my hands up.
Feel my cheeks.
Involuntary.
I didn't know I was smiling.
Why?
Was I...
Just happy she didn't hate me?
The seat across from me,
still a trace of Yura's shadow.
Takanashi plops down in that empty chair.
Somehow, her drink's still half-full.
"You didn't have to do that."
My voice still feels distant.
She brushes her pink hair behind her shoulders.
A smirk.
"You would've froze up again."
Her words cut,
but she's right.
Can't help,
but laugh a bit.
"You know me too well already."
"You're just easy to read, Keichi."
"Jeez, you..."
Huh?
She looks at me expectantly.
"What did you call me?"
"Keichi?"
"That's...my first name."
"I know, genius."
"You're fine with that?"
Her eyes tighten.
Just a moment.
"I got used to you. Why not?"
A dry smile.
"You don't even know mine, do you?"
I flush red.
"Well..."
Her lips waver,
like she didn't mean to show it.
"That's so like you."
"Sorry."
She looks away,
sipping from her cup.
"Ai."
"Ai?"
"Takanashi Ai. That's my name."
YOU ARE READING
wingman | Cell Phone Novel
RomanceSakai Keichi has always been the wingman, the shadow helping his best friend chase girls in an empty cycle of double dates and practiced smiles. He lets himself fade into the background. Until he meets a girl who smells of rain, and for the first t...
