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Morning… When I woke up, I was clearly in a bed at a love hotel.
Beside me, a young woman was sleeping in her suit, looking as peaceful as a child.
I know who she is.
For the past few years, she has come to the izakaya where I work almost every day. She vents her frustrations to me and is always generous when it’s time to pay the bill.
She is about twelve years younger than me. She works for a big company, is unusually polite, and has such graceful manners that I can’t help but want to look after her—that’s the kind of girl she is.
However, I still don’t know her name. We are just a regular customer and a staff member.
I am thirty-six years old, working part-time, and I don’t understand romantic feelings at all.
Then there is her: a young office worker who, for some reason, always wants to talk to me.
I never would have imagined at that moment…
That she would eventually become my partner for life.
