Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

A gentleman-style man advances to the back of the building as he passes next to the front desk.

As soon as the employee saw him, he was looking right and bowing his head deeply.

As expected, but this guy does seem to be involved.

That, too, has been quite a superior.

If there's something you don't understand, why did you stop me?

Even assuming you're a manager or something, you shouldn't have to bother taking employees behind unpopular buildings you've never seen.

I myself am new to this hotel itself today, and in a situation where I don't know where what is, it's the deepest part of the building that I've reached.

It was in front of a white light-emitting vending machine.

"Can I get you something to drink?

"No...... fine"

Mothers have long told me not to follow people I don't know, or even more so not to get sweets or drinks from people I don't know.

At the time they call me and say about the wheelchair and the back, I'm not protected from saying it...

One man who puts change in a vending machine and buys a drink would have said no, but he was buying my share of the drink.

"I don't like bitter things. I'm gonna be the same cafe. Are you okay?

"... thank you, I prefer sweet too"

"Good," the man muttered without breaking his expression.

It took me a few minutes to get here because I was heard in the hallway.

In the meantime, we're not having a conversation.

From the beginning, did you decide to talk in this place?

I thought it would be over in a short time, so this man said he was fine, but there really isn't a practical problem, and I get a feeling of anxiety somewhere.

When I showed him how to care about the time with chillies and a watch, the man said the words just fine.

"Never mind the time, no one will complain to you"

"... you're quite ready"

Rather, I wouldn't let him complain... as if that's what they were saying.

It seems like a futile idea, such as anticipating this person's actions, words and actions to the extent of my imagination.

That's about how great this guy must be socially.

"I've wanted to hear your story since I heard it."

Sitting on a wooden bench installed next to a vending machine, the man said so while drinking cafe ole.

A musculoskeletal bench with no cushioning, just to sit on.

Though I feel the year, I guess the employees use it daily, it was carefully cleaned.

I don't see any dirt.

"I don't think there's anything different about me."

There's nothing unusual about it.

That's the same as it means it's extremely less attractive from around.

I can say I'm aware, and I can say I'm negative.

Nothing could be more foolish than estimating self esteem.

"I didn't say you were different or special, I just said I wanted to talk"

There are just a few things I think about in the tone of taking a word for it, but it's not enough to make me angry.

This man, who turns only his gaze quietly, states the facts.

To try something or out of real interest?

I guess what I heard was through school.

I have contacted you in advance about my coming here, and I have sent you an automated introduction sheet.

Look at that, listen, assuming this is how you're in front of me, you're a complete weirdo.

By analogy, it may be comparable to Kirasaka, Chairman, Shizuku, etc.

Besides me, two other students who were supposed to come from the same high school would have been more attractive.

"But it's no mistake that I also thought I had appearances and physical traits when I heard the story"

"You're not going to live up to your expectations."

With it, I return the words, as usual.

A routine habit has come out here.

"No... in my usual habits"

"No, never mind. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to talk to you as usual."

For the first time, it turns into a look that makes you feel something called emotion.

My mouth was slightly up.

It's a little creepy and doesn't make you understand what you're thinking.

A slight chill running on my spine felt familiar.