The Story of the Seven

CHAPTER 27 - Platonic Love Hotel Experience

"Ugghhhhh. This is my second why am I here moment today ‎(⊙△⊙✿)" (Haruto)

"When did you have your first moment?" (Ayamoto)

"I told you, right? When I got tricked to date an old hag?"

"You sure you didn't do that for money?"

"As I was saying, yes and no! I did go to the 'experiment' for money, but I was totally not told that it was a date with a frickin' old hag!!"

"Calm down, dude. And why is your second why am I here moment here?"

"Uh.....Isn't it weird I'm drinking coffee with my friend's mom at a goddam love hotel, 10:00 at night?"

"No? I told you, this love hotel belongs to Shi-chan's parents? Besides, we're the receptionists – it's not like I'm with you in a room."

"And why am I a receptionist?"

"Cause my damn husband went to bed at 7 today, and I was lonely? I mean, is he frickin in elementary school?"

"Okay, let me rephrase. Why are you a receptionist at a love hotel?"

"Apparently Shi-chan's parents are going on a late night date, so they wanted me to supervise their hotel. You know, for security reasons?"

"Is that any excuse to just pop up next to me in the streets, say 'you're coming with me,' and drag me to a love hotel with no context?"

"Yeah, cause I'm cute?"

"Was that a joke?"

"I'm cute, right?"

"How exactly do you want me to answer this, and how is this relevant to anything we've being talking about?"

"My husband said that I can do anything if I'm cute, you know...."

"Am I your husband?"

"Ahhhh.....I get it."

"What did you exactly get?"

"Secret!"

"You are so not acting your age!"

"And you are acting like a old grumpy grandpa :("

"Sorry, sorry, but I do see why you're best friends with Amane."

"Grhh...Don't hurt my pride, please."

"What, isn't it a nice thing you're so friendly with your daughter?"

"Yes it is, but as a mother, I should be the one guiding her – not on equal terms."

"But Amane's happy with you, so isn't there no real problem?"

"I know, but my pride...."

"Ah, for heaven's sake. Now you sound like that grumpy old grandpa ranting on and on about pride and patriotism and whatnot."

"Since when were we talking about patriotism?"

"It's just my imagination, you know, when I envisioned a grumpy gramps?"

"Mm, makes sense. Yeah, I can relate."

"You can?"

"Yeah, totally."

"I think I hear sarcasm....."

"...........I'm going to the bathroom; wait here."

"Hey, are you running away...... hey???"

"No, I really need to go......"

"Are you for rea– all, she left."

Sighing, I milled around at the wooden reception table, making clever observations of the couples that walked in.