Pompous and Cute Mamiya-San ~ The Beautiful PR Person in the Company Sits Next to Me

16 – Beautiful PR lady wants a parfait!

Mamiya settled down next to me until the food arrived and posted her cameglass. Hashtag shortcaps are one-byte characters. And if you type the letters without opening a space, the hashtag is completed.

This is the same principle in Mention, so I explained it to Mamiya-san properly, and while I laughed at her tone-deafness, which is hard to believe for a girl born in the age of SNS, I was quite impressed by her serious attitude.

[Okay, maybe now PR people from other companies will take a look at it. It might be a good idea to interact with the PR people you like on social networking sites by liking and commenting on their posts when you’re free.]

Unless it is a rival company, there is a lot of interaction in the PR community. I did some research at home after I got involved with Mamiya and found that there are regular study groups and dinner meetings held among PR girls. They present each other’s good PR methods and business mindsets.

I think Ms. Mamiya will be a good icon as she is a celebrity from a beauty pageant. I’ll try to promote it next time.

[Thank you for waiting.]

The master brought us the best lunch on a silver tray, and we took some pictures and said “Itadakimasu” with our hands together.

Mamiya-san is a girl, but she eats a lot. A cheese sandwich and a mini curry. It’s a pretty hearty meal.

[Spicy keema curry goes well with cheese sandwiches filled with cheese. Oh, Fujishiro san, please take a picture of me stretching the cheese.]

[Okay!]

I start Mamiya’s phone, the camera app, and take a picture of her.

Ahhhhh, it’s too much fun to take photos when the subject so is pleasing to look.

[I just need to process the photo to make it look good.]

After taking a few shots so as not to disturb the restaurant, I gave the phone back to Mamiya-san. Mamiya-san concentrated on her meal without checking.

Rather than girls who eat little, girls who eat like this are cuter than girls who eat a lot. She’s like a gluttonous heroine from an anime.

–Jeez!

Mamiya-san is staring at my Neapolitan, not at me .. She has curry on her mouth, and she’s almost done with her curry, if you know what I mean.

What is it?

[What’s wrong?]

[Um!]

A louder voice than expected. Mamiya-san drank her cream soda once with a bright red face. She’s going to say something outlandish again.

But don’t worry, me.

I’m not a man. There are no naughty requests or anything that makes me nervous.

[Um! One bite, please!]

[Yes?]

[Can I have a bite of your Neapolitan?]

Oh?

You want to eat pasta that a creepy guy is about to eat? I knew this person was a little bit out of her mind.

Mamiya-san turned as red as a junior high school boy who confesses his feelings to a girl for the first time. The first time I saw her, I thought she was a bit of a dork. Cute.

[Um, I’m about to eat, but is that okay. ……?]

[Are you sure?]

[Oh, yes.]

Mamiya-san nodded happily and said, “So haha”, and pulled my plate of Neapolitan towards her and sipped a fairly .. or rather quite large bite. She stuffed all of it into her mouth without chewing through the amount of pasta she had taken care of.

I smiled while wriggling her swollen cheeks like a hamster.

[It’s so good!]

[I’m sure it is.]

I’ll have a Neapolitan on the cheek too. It’s true, the Neapolitan here is delicious. Master says it is ketchup-flavoured with no hidden flavour. How does it get so rich?

[Do you like Neapolitan?]

[Yes, I love Neapolitan.]

****.

When we finished eating, the master brought us after-dinner coffee and parfait at a very good time.

I had black American coffee. Mamiya san had a parfait. The parfait was retro looking, just like an old-fashioned coffee shop.

But I liked it.

[Chocolate banana! It’s my favorite.]

[Don’t forget to take a picture, Mamiya-san.]

Mamiya-san is so excited that she tries to devour it right away, so I warn her. We didn’t come here for lunch to have fun, we came here to make a photo for SNS and to motivate Mamiya-san.

[Mmmm! Delicious!]

Mamiya-san smiles her best smile of the day as she tastes the banana with chocolate sauce and whipped cream together.

It’s a cheat to be this cute when you’re not flirting with a guy at all. I’m not too fond of sweets myself.

[I don’t like sweets much, but I like the parfait here.]

The American coffee is refreshing and the master blends his own coffee beans, making it the perfect after-dinner drink. To be honest, it would be great if I could drink it while smoking in the smoking section.

[Fujishiro san, have a sip!]

I saw a spoon with a banana on it that was pressed to my mouth and a smiling Mamiya-san in slow motion.

I’d rather put the whole parfait spoon in my mouth in a small area than eat Neapolitan from a plate, and the level is high. Hey, wait a minute, it’s not like I’m rejecting it, is it?

[Yes, ahhhhhhh…]

I can feel my cheeks getting hotter. Mamiya-san shoves a spoon into my apologetically empty mouth, and the sweetness of the banana and chocolate spreads.

I don’t care about that, and …. Mamiya-san starts to eat the rest of the food with the spoon in my mouth as if it were a matter of course.

With a smiling face as if to say, I’m not nervous.

[Let’s work hard this afternoon too!]

Mamiya-san’s motivation seems to have returned. I wonder if I’ll be able to do my job properly this afternoon. I’m worried to death.