The rain falls, soft and steady. “Missed another chance,” the lovesick girl sighs. She’d tried to convince herself she was already a mature adult with proper judgment, yet she couldn’t help but realize she still hadn’t shed her childish skin.
“Heh… I want to see him.” Even though she thinks she should hold out, her heart races wildly. The guy’s a soldier, stationed in a lonely outpost about an hour’s walk from town. No wonder they can’t meet often; it’s simply unavoidable. Worse, if the weather turns bad like this, she’d have to walk that hour-long distance in the rain. Thinking about catching a cold or something… no, he wouldn’t come. That makes sense too.
“Still…” “I want to see him at least once a week.” It feels like they’re only allowed one little rendezvous every seven days. She knows it’s unbecoming of her—childish and impatient, just like a kid eagerly waiting for a picnic promise only to be betrayed by the sky. Yet every time she thinks about another week without seeing him, her heart crushes inward.
“What a miserable face you’re making, Sylvia. Want a drink?” The barkeep thumps a sake barrel behind the counter with a cheerful knock. “I don’t need one. It’s still broad daylight.” “Ahaha, right? Honestly, even at nineteen, you’d probably not feel that way yet.” “It doesn’t matter if I’m thirty or forty—people hanging around just to get hooked up during the day on a break aren’t very nice folks.” “You’re so serious. Truly, you live up to being Sylvia MacLean’s only daughter.” “Having nothing to do with my mother,” she retorts flatly.
Her mom was a primary school teacher, her dad a government official—a straight-laced household, no denying that. Still, Sylvia believes alcohol is best enjoyed at night, and afterward? Just sleep. By the way, in Elenia, drinking is legally allowed from age seventeen, so she’s well within the law.
”…Haa.” She gazes up at the dark sky through the wooden latticed window and lets out another sigh. If anything else were true, Arnie’s massive ogre frame would surely be standing right there in her favorite street corner, but it isn’t. Feeling empty as ever, Sylvia droops slightly while finishing off her lunch gratin with slow, absent-minded movements.
Sylvia MacLean (human female, 19 years old, 152cm) and Arnie Boyd, a Corporal of the Crossbow Corps (ogre male, 18 years old, 277cm), have been dating for three months now. Between them, an unspoken agreement had taken root: their meeting ritual. Around noon on Sundays, they’d converge in front of a roadside tavern frequently used by Arnie’s unit—the Crossbow Corps—provided neither side was too busy. Then they’d spend time together, heading to the arena or going on picnics up in the mountains, enjoying each other’s company.
Ideally, they should be able to keep in touch constantly, but Arnie lives at the Crossbow Corps barracks, which are far away. Being part of the military makes approaching them awkward. Trying to write letters? Paper was still too expensive for frequent correspondence back then. If Arnie wanted to come visit her, she herself worked during weekdays. Plus, curfew at home was strict, and both parents were rigid sorts—they hadn’t even introduced him yet. So meeting up wasn’t really an option.
That’s why they stuck to this pattern: meet as usual, and if things go smoothly, date as usual—and that’s about all they could do. Since starting out, Sylvia’s affection had grown stronger by the day; she’d practically want to be together around the clock. The current arrangement of waiting around drove her nearly insane. Yet whenever she considered taking bold action, fear that Arnie might get annoyed or inconvenienced held her back daily. As the older sister figure in this relationship, she told herself constantly: Be mature.
“Haa…” “Something wrong? If you’re gloomy like this on account of the rain, did you finally get a boyfriend you want to go on a date with?” The barkeep casually pokes at Sylvia over her shoulder.
”…?” Sylvia hesitated, caught slightly off guard. She hadn’t told her parents, true—but she certainly wasn’t trying to hide how serious her relationship with Arnie was becoming. Especially since this tavern sat right in front of their usual rendezvous spot; surely the barkeep should’ve noticed by now.
“So… it’s like that?” “Oh my. Oh my gosh.”
The landlady replied with a straight face to Sylvia, who had answered honestly, only to flash her a mischievous, crass grin.
“Finally, our beloved Miss Sylvia has a boyfriend? This is special news! Why didn’t you tell us sooner?”
“The… what do you mean?”
“Well, let me just say…”
Still grinning, the landlady feigned poking Sylvie with her fat, round elbow. Of course, the elbow couldn’t possibly reach Sylvia through the bar counter.
“Famous for being beautiful and serious, Miss Sylvia has been rejected by countless men. Untouchable, solitary purity—a high mountain flower of the lower town.”
”…So you’re saying she got rejected?”
Ever since her days at the Junior Academy, Sylvia was indeed relentlessly pursued by several men. But somehow, none of them felt right for her, so she turned them all down.
Looking back now, it’s undeniable that Sylvia found those suitors lacking. They lacked the reliability to protect her when things went south, the warmth to envelop her completely, the pure sincerity that made one want to spend time together, and most importantly, a calm atmosphere where they could simply be together for hours on end.
In that sense, Sylvia’s ideals were high, while Arnie was truly rare.
Still, she never once considered herself an untouchable flower. Many men called out to any woman they saw, and she thought of herself as just an ordinary girl who happened to distance herself from romantic entanglements.
“Maybe everyone actually dates quite casually after all?”
“Hah! Catching a man is like war in these times. You don’t wait for a prince to come pick you up on his white horse; if you get a chance to grab a guy right here, you can’t be choosy—you’d better not complain.”
”…So that’s why no one usually asks me out?”
But someone did eventually come for her. Maybe not a prince, but at least someone who matched Sylvia’s ideal type.
Thinking about it this way made her feel incredibly lucky. Feeling this good, Sylvia decided that missing him for just a week wasn’t worth complaining about when he was seriously dating her now.
Seeing the sudden, beaming Sylvia, the landlady put on a strange expression.
“Hehe, look at that crier crow—now it’s smiling.”
”…Yeah. I think I might be happier than I realized.”
“Well, whatever. When you’re in the mood, don’t forget to tell old me about your ka-re-shi, Miss Sylvia.”
“Yeah. Hmm… I think you’ve been watching us pretty closely, though.”
“Really? A young woman who catches my eye often… hmm… could it be young Anzeros?”
”…Who’s that?”
“There’s a super handsome soldier around here.”
“Nope. Fufu♪”
No matter how handsome, no matter how refined his actor-like features, there was no way he could match Arnie, and Sylvia genuinely believed this. Once you fall for someone, it’s over—the proverb applies to everyone, blemishes and all.
Eventually, satisfied again, Sylvia got up to leave the tavern.
A beautiful woman smiling draws in people far more effectively than one frowning.
Before Sylvia even realized it, half the men in the tavern had their eyes fixed on her.
For drunkards unable to work due to the rain and drowning their sorrows, harboring a small mischievous thought toward a lone young girl was almost an inevitable outcome.
“Hey, lady. Could you pour me a drink? You must be bored out of your mind.”
One of the drunkards grabbed Sylvia’s arm. The landlady had retreated to the kitchen and hadn’t seen this happen in her blind spot.
“Haa… w-what are you doing!?”
“What? Are you still depressed that you can’t pour for me? You just have to pour some sake, right? And hey, why don’t we do something fun too?”
“N-no way…”
“Come on, now!”
Sylvia was yanked forward with force. She stumbled and collapsed onto the floor.
“Hehehe, my bad… I slipped a bit.”
The drunkard swished Sylvia’s skirt up with his hand. Her underwear became visible, prompting cheers from other tipsy patrons.
“Hahaha, give me more service! What are you gonna eat anyway?”
“No…!” Sylvia shrank back in sheer terror. She had finally realized with chilling clarity that she was alone—there were no allies around her. Sure enough, sooner or later, the drunken man before her would be brought to justice by Lady God and the military police for his crimes. But just thinking about what kind of awful fate might befall her before that salvation arrived made her dizzy with dread. “Look…” The drunkard reached out a hand. Sylvia scrambled back on all fours, shrinking away mere centimeters at a time.
Then, a gigantic hand burst into the scene.
“Huh?” “A-ah, not too far… uh, that’s kinda bad, you know…”
Scurrying underneath the table to get away, Sylvia hadn’t been able to see the full picture. Even so, one glance at that soaking-wet hand paired with that restrained voice, and someone instantly knew who it was. “Ah… Arnie-kun!?” It scared her stiff all over again—but he’d come back to help her out. Within Sylvia, something that had already been pushed right to the breaking point underwent a silent, earth-shattering transformation.
It was the moment when love turned into adoration, and affection blossomed into true devotion.
The mere sight of his bare hand—his gallant display of courage—was more than enough to seal her virgin heart’s fate.
“Hey, you! Just ‘cause your body’s big doesn’t mean some ogre like you can get cocky and act up!” The man was a hired mercenary from the bar’s backroom; he had seen his share of action in his time. Even if he was drunk, he certainly didn’t plan to let a lone young ogre walk all over him. But… “Tch, cheap blade. Needs some serious maintenance.” He reached out intending to show the ogre just how painful it could get—but there was no sword in sight. The young man had simply snatched it up and started inspecting it on his own authority. His name was Andy.
“Hold it right there, kid! You don’t just touch someone else’s sword…” “Oh, whoa—put that bottle down, will ya?” As he tried to reach for Andy, his head was yanked upward by a finger even larger than the ogre’s before him. Twisted swiftly between those colossal digits like being turned on a lathe, flipped 180 degrees as if tightening a screw—and there, looming above, was the face of a massive bull. “Eep!” They certainly backed off. Facing two empty-handed ogres was terrifying enough as it was.
Andy, Arnie, and Kelly were out having drinks in the rain on what should have been their day off.
None of them minded getting soaked to get a drink; they just wanted to hang out with Andy and Kelly. At first, Arnie had tried to push the weapon inventory check onto him so the three of them could dash off—but seeing Arnie’s eyes well up with tears, saying something like, “I was actually really looking forward to meeting Sylvia today! She might still be waiting…” forced them to hurry things up and finish together.
“Sheeks always love pranking folks with girls, that’s just their style,” Andy muttered.
“You gotta show a little maturity for once, damn it, Smyson! Boyd can deal with Arnie later—you know what I’m sayin’?”
“Right, you’re both right.”
“…ah, um, does that mean I’m getting bullied?”
“Of course it does,” they both said in unison.
Even so, neither Andy nor Kelly could bring themselves to play some dirty trick like making Arnie skip seeing a girl waiting for him in the rain. They were just too sweethearted for their own good.
Anyway, the three of them marched through the storm singing battle songs, only to burst open the tavern door straight into Sylvia’s absolute crisis mode.
Arnie had come here specifically to see her beloved—no kidding—and both Andy and Kelly were far more furious than they looked.
“Hey you, drunkard. There are three things I absolutely can’t stand in this world: low-ceilinged general stores, blue basil, and guys who make their subordinates miserable.”
Kelly raised his hands high and lectured the drunkard, who stood no less than three meters tall—a bull ogre. If Kelly had offered his arm, it would have stretched nearly five meters from end to end. Even inside the second-story atrium, a space designed for ogres and where the ceiling felt within reach of outstretched arms, Kelly hoisted the man so high the drunken fool finally sobered right up. “Oh no, get off me you big dumb ogre! Do you think the militia will just let this slide?!” the drunkard screamed in panic. Kelly glanced at Andy and grinned sheepishly. “Men who tried to harass women love saying that.” “Don’t push it… remember this, human bastard: in Celesta, ogres can join the militia or become elite soldiers. Even my buddy Arnie might end up as an Ace Knight. Down here, it’s stupid people we least want around—not half-elves, not even ogres!” Still gripping the drunkard by the hair, Kelly flung him skyward. The man crashed through the window shutters and flew out like a ragdoll. Without missing a beat, Kelly struck a dramatic muscle pose.
The tavern’s second floor was split: one half an open loft, the other converted into guest quarters. It was often occupied by drink-loving soldiers who couldn’t hold their liquor, but in truth, it was also intended as a kind of bordello—a dubious use for such modest rooms.
In that sparse setting, Arnie was stripped bare and scrubbed down with energetic vigor. ”…Arnie’s really something special, isn’t he?” “Ohhh, because I’m an ogre.” “Yeah, super impressive.” “Because I’m an ogre.” ”…Yeah. Even considering all that about being an ogre… Arnie, I love you.” “Uuuuh…” Arnie turned as red as a tomato. He always lost his composure under Sylvia’s straight-and-sincere affection.
While smiling at the flustered Arnie, Sylvia confessed to her renewed feelings for him—honestly, openly, without pretense or disguise. “You helped me out again.” “I, um… I only reached out a little bit, okay?” “But I was so happy! Whenever I’m in danger, you’re always there. My heart just went thump!” “Hey, I left Isaac Ten-Commander and Samson Ten-Commander with that, you know.” “Both of them were mad at me on Arnie’s behalf…”
Kelly threw the drunkard through the window shutters, then immediately struck a dramatic muscle pose. The entire tavern gasped in awe before bursting into applause. “Ugh, you lowlife! …Hey Isaac, let’s break this sword.” “Don’t go breaking it. We’ll offer it to the boss as part of the tab.” “Well, at least half today’s bill… Come on, let’s drink!” “Count me in!”
Andy and Kelly leaned over the bar with renewed enthusiasm, only for the boss to scold them instantly. Though she muttered, “Idiots, I told you it didn’t even need to be the window!”, her voice softened when she caught up with Arnie and the others later. She sighed gently, then said, “Sorry, Sylvia-chan. From now on, I’ll hire bodyguards during the day too.” “Y-yes!”
Sylvia clung to Arnie like a koala, her face flushed from falling back in love. Even the oblivious boss, usually all mouth and no ears, finally figured out who Sylvia’s “boyfriend” was—someone she’d never have guessed would be a hulking-faced ogre. ”…Speaking of which, over there you little ogre boy—if you stay soaking wet like that, you’ll catch a cold.” “Oh! Well, I don’t think I will…” “Stop worrying. Room number three on the second floor is empty today. Go wipe yourself off. There’s a towel in the closet.” “O-oh yeah…” “Sylvia-chan, help him out.” “Eh…?”
That was the best the boss could do to show her support—a rather immature wink that popped with a sharp snick.
The second floor of the tavern was split: one half an open loft, the other converted into guest quarters. It was often occupied by drink-loving soldiers who couldn’t hold their liquor, but in truth, it was also intended as a kind of bordello—a dubious use for such modest rooms.
In that sparse setting, Arnie was stripped bare and scrubbed down with energetic vigor. ”…Arnie’s really something special, isn’t he?” “Ohhh, because I’m an ogre.” “Yeah, super impressive.” “Because I’m an ogre.” ”…Yeah. Even considering all that about being an ogre… Arnie, I love you.” “Uuuuh…” Arnie turned as red as a tomato. He always lost his composure under Sylvia’s straight-and-sincere affection.
While smiling at the flustered Arnie, Sylvia confessed to her renewed feelings for him—honestly, openly, without pretense or disguise. “You helped me out again.” “I, um… I only reached out a little bit, okay?” “But I was so happy! Whenever I’m in danger, you’re always there. My heart just went thump!” “Hey, I left Isaac Ten-Commander and Samson Ten-Commander with that, you know.” “Both of them were mad at me on Arnie’s behalf…”
”…Yeah. I think… I’m glad to be in this unit. I feel like I’m not alone anymore.”
“Yeah, Arnie, you’re lucky to be in this unit.”
Sylvia hugged him, kneeling on her knees and hanging onto his neck, which was about as wide as a human torso.
”…It’s good that you came, Arnie. It’s good to have met you… I…”
“S-Sylvi-aa-a?”
“I… I was so scared. So incredibly scared, yet you helped me, Arnie. I really, truly… I thought about how much I love you… I felt so incredibly happy…!”
”…I’m the same, I’m lucky too.”
“Yeah. …Well, just say it. You love me.”
“I… I do, Miss Sylvia.”
“I love you very much.”
“I love you SO much, Miss Sylvia.”
“Then…”
“I love you to death.”
”…♪”
Sylvia trembled violently.
She had confessed her love preemptively. To an ideal man like him.
Just thinking about that made her feel the ultimate joy as a woman; her core burned hot, she became wet, and her body shook uncontrollably.
Arnie found such a Sylvia incredibly cute and gently embraced her.
He wrapped himself around his partner, whose affection for him was growing exponentially like a snowball, while being embraced in return. It was a blissful moment.
”…Hmm.”
After a while, Sylvia pulled away.
And only then did they both notice that the seam on her sleeve had started to fray slightly.
“Oh…”
“Do you think… maybe it got pulled when we were dragged earlier?”
”…Probably.”
Arnie pondered what to do. Actually, despite appearances, he was capable of sewing. He tried to suggest fixing it discreetly so they could go back without anyone seeing, but just as he was about to propose that, Sylv—she nodded affirmatively at something and suddenly stripped off her clothes.
“Haa…? S-Sylvia Miss, if you’re going to strip, I should probably… ah—”
“No way!”
Sylvia held him back just as he hurriedly tried to stand up.
He obediently complied; though still with his eyes closed, he sat down straight in front of her after she had stripped down to her underwear, climbed onto his lap, and yanked open her eyelids both hands pushing them apart.
“Uwaa…! No way… but that’s…”
“Arnie-kun, listen to me. Look at this.”
”…………”
“We became lovers, right? We’ve been lovers for almost three months now… so just look, okay?”
“Uh… Hmm.”
Carefully, Arnie turned his gaze toward Sylvia.
Her beautiful and defenseless form in her underwear made him blush beyond belief; his eyes swam as he looked around nervously.
”…Yes.”
”…So, Arnie-kun. …I think… it’s time for me to give up already.”
”??”
“I thought today maybe you could be mine all to yourself. … No, that’s not it. I don’t mean ‘maybe,’ I mean I want to become yours, Arnie-boy. I really want to be loved by you, more than anything.”
”… Sylvia-san.”
“Do you hate me, Arnie? Can we not do this?”
“I-I… see, but I’m an ogre!”
“It’s okay. I’m human too.”
”…No, what you mean is—”
“I understand everything. I know we’re different species, and I know that to your eyes I might not be particularly charming. But even so, I like you. I want to be loved by you.”
“N-No way! From my side, Sylvia-san, you really are charming… but on account of our respective life circumstances, I don’t think it’s wise for us…”
“Damn it!”
Sylvia’s temper flared. She knew that Arnie loved her—that much was evident beyond just his words. Yet, Arnie was simply too kind, overthinking things, believing he would only defile her if they were together. Then…
“Oh, Arnie-boy, I’m sorry!”
”…Eh? Eh!?”
She yanked down his underwear and exposed his dick from between his legs. A modest-sized erection popped out, looking pitifully small compared to Arnie’s towering bulk—popyon.
“Wha…!”
“Haa-fu. …I’m serious.”
After flashing a teasing smile at the panicking Arnie, Sylvia grabbed his penis with both hands and began to rub it. She’d seen him bare before; months ago, when he’d sustained severe injuries from a fall, she’d even forced herself to help him urinate out of a sense of responsibility. So she wasn’t entirely shy about facing him like this. Still, touching a male genitals for sexual purposes was new territory, and things didn’t go as smoothly as she hoped.
“Uuu… l-likkkaaaa…”
“S-Sylvia-san…”
“I’m s-sorry, I’m doing it bad… It’s just bad, but I’ve never done this before… But I’m serious!”
Driven by desperation, Sylvia bit down on Arnie’s penis. She knew oral sex existed, but her knowledge was limited to what one does after rubbing with hands, so she froze once the act progressed beyond that. Looking up, Arnie wore a troubled expression—not one of pleasure, but pure confusion, unsure how to respond to her actions.
”…See? I truly like you, Arnie-boy. Your penis… it’s okay if I keep licking it like this. But…”
“But?”
”…Sorry, honestly I don’t know what to do… But I really want to be loved by you… I want you to fuck me.”
”…T-To say ‘fuck’…”
“Can I really let you fuck me?”
Sylvia’s sex knowledge couldn’t keep pace with her actions any longer, so she honestly raised a white flag. In exchange, she had made up her mind.
“I want you to grab my body like this and forcefully thrust your penis inside me, using it as if it were a tool for rubbing against mine. I want you to make me feel good over and over again with your own cock.”
“N-No way that…”
“Even if we tear each other apart, do it. If you love me, then do it…”
Deep from her heart, Sylvia was driven by such anxiety. She didn’t mind if she ended up unable to stand right here on the spot. As long as she could truly connect with Arnie, she wanted to prove that a woman like her could commune with his masculinity. And she wished to be connected with Arnie even more deeply.
My affection for Arnie swelled beyond all control, nearly driving me into panic; I desperately craved intimacy with him.
”……Silvia……-san”
”…………”
And then…
”……Are you really going to do it? I’m a boy, okay?”
Overwhelmed by Silvia’s relentless advances, Arnie finally began to loosen the leash on his reason.
“Yeah.”
“Despite how serious I look, I have a huge interest in girls. If you allow me, I might do something extraordinary with every date from now on!”
That surge of desire thrilled Silvia so much she trembled. Her fear of being unable to express her love or being rejected vanished, replaced by joy so overwhelming it brought tears to her eyes.
”……Do something amazing. Let me experience something incredible with you every week♪”
”…………Ugh… I don’t know what to do anymore…”
“I also… don’t know what to do anymore♪”
They stripped off their underwear, discarding every scrap of fabric.
There was nothing left to hide between them; they showed each other heart and body entirely.
Silvia spread her arms wide, accepting Arnie’s hand.
“Yes, right there…”
“I’m wet…”
“Yeah… I’ve been soaking wet wanting to be held by you, Arnie-kun… I tried so hard to get ready to welcome your cock…?”
”……Haa… haa… fck.”
”…Yeah, that’s fine. You can let me in. Do whatever you want…”
“S-Silvia-san!!!”
Silvia had both hands clutching her waist and thighs as they were pushed firmly against Arnie’s torso with her legs spread open.
He tried to control his strength, but the ogre’s powerful arms made it impossible; rather than slowly piercing through, the hymen was ripped through in one violent thrust.
“Nghk…!!!”
”……Haa… haa… Oh no, it’s so… hot and… feels amazing…”
”…Yeah, I can feel you inside me, Arnie-kun…”
Arnie’s penis was remarkably small compared to his massive build. Even for a human average, it was large, but as an ogre, it was far from something to boast about.
However, this was fortuitous for both of them. Inserting Arnie’s cock all the way in wouldn’t damage Silvia.
He could thrust deeply and dynamically right up against the base without hesitation.
Furthermore, Silvia appeared light and petite from his perspective, so he shook her with such dynamic force that she barely registered. Neither had prior experience—Arnie was a virgin too—and consumed by the sheer pleasure of sex with a woman for the first time, he lost himself completely, mindlessly “using” Silvia.
“Aa, ah, ah… agu, ah… Si-l-vi-a, san… It feels so good I can’t stop… I’m sorry, excuse me… excuse me…!!!”
“A, ah, hyaa, aaah, aaaah… Hii, i-iiaaaah…!!!”
Both of them, since the moment of insertion, had abandoned all reason.
Overwhelmed by the experience, Silvia was whipped back and forth relentlessly, just to reach Arnie’s climax with every splash.
”……Haa, ah… n… a… aaa♪”
Yet even so, Silvia wore a blissful expression.
As a woman, there was no doubt she had satisfied Arnie, her ideal man; that realization made her incredibly happy.
“Waaa, ah, aa… uwaaaa!!!”
Arnie became completely absorbed in it; he could think of nothing but ejaculation.
Then, slamming Silvia’s waist against his own hip…
He slammed his glans against her womb. “Uaaahhhhhhhh!!” “Haa… aah… ah, aaah… n-aaah♪” With a grand, erupting climax, he finished inside her.
”……You really did it…♪”
“I’m s-sorry!”
“If you apologize, I’ll get angry.”
”…………S-so sorry…”
“Ei!”
Smacked both of Arnie’s cheeks with a crisp pachin sound.
“……nnn…”
Then he silenced her with a kiss.
“I’m… your girlfriend, Arnie-kun?”
“Yes.”
“Does a girlfriend have permission to fuck?”
“If you say that kind of thing, I’d think she should…”
“Make sure we choose the right place, though.”
”……Yes.”
“Be gentle with her.”
“Yes.”
“Also be rough.”
”……That’s hard…”
“It isn’t. If you just let it happen, Arnie-kun can only go soft.”
”……Y-yes I guess.”
“Yeah♪”
“You there, Smyson.”
“Wha’, Isaac?”
”…Hey, do you think they’re fucking too?”
”…I’d vote for the ones just making out and talking sweet nothings together.”
“I’m voting for the ones throwing a feast of lust.”
※Correct answer: Both.
“That’s frustrating as hell either way.”
”……When we get back, let’s bully them some.”
“Let’s bully them.”
The old woman above them dealt each man a solid tray blow to their heads.
“Is your job as military men to interfere with your comrades’ happiness?”
“N-no, that’s wrong! This is our right!”
“You bastards! Happy people should just get bullied openly so the rest of us can feel a little happy too!”
“I was an idiot for getting a bit turned on by you two losers.”
“Just because some old woman’s into me doesn’t make sense either way.”
“Hey,” ”…I’m settling the tab now—full amount.” I’m so sorry.
This happened about a month before Selen’s arrival.