I push the kid!

I don't know how long the silence lasted. I could hear the noise of some kind of motor running around me, and there were also footsteps echoing in the air, but the footsteps were sparse.

"Are you listening?" asked Taku Makimura.

Ogura Yuki's slightly hurried voice came from the phone: "What do you mean? What do you mean you're quitting?"

"Resign." Taku Makimura drank his coffee and sat down on the slightly rusty bench next to the vending machine.

Ogura Yuki's words came over him instantly: "Why?"

"Don't be so anxious."

She stopped talking again, and this time she was silent for a full fifteen seconds.

After this, her voice became light and soft:

"What's wrong? Why are you saying this all of a sudden? Do you think the salary is not high enough? Or that the working hours are too long?

"Six hours a day should be fine. You have two days off on weekends. If you think it's too long, I can reduce it for you.

"Or if you think the salary is too low, I can increase it. Anyway, don't think about it for now, okay..."

"Wait," Makimura Taku interrupted her, "I just resigned, it's not a particularly serious matter. I really feel bad for you trying to keep me like this."

He looked at the white metallic light reflected on the pull ring and said with some amusement, "It seems like you have become a victim."

"You resigned suddenly without consulting me. Am I not a victim?"

"It makes no difference whether I'm in the store or not. It won't have any impact."

"Is that what you said?"

"I usually have no problem taking leave, right?"

"It's different." She whispered, and the voice was almost inaudible to Makimura Taku.

Someone passed by, and Makimura Taku looked at them for no reason: "Too quiet."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"so what?"

"How about what?"

Ogura Yuki suddenly said: "You never listen to me."

“We’re not talking about that now.”

"Is not it?"

"Listen."

"What did you hear?"

"I remember everything you said."

"Stop lying."

"I'm honest, I told you."

"wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Who are you being honest with?"

Makimura Taku paused and said, "Everyone is the same."

Ogura Yuki's voice seemed to wither and sound very weak: "Never discuss it with me."

"Ok?"

She shouted, "Can you please discuss this with me before making a decision?"

Taku Makimura hesitated, holding the phone. Suddenly, a sharp sound of metal collision was heard. An uncle next to him leaned over and took out MAX coffee from the vending machine.

"It's such a small matter, there's no need to say anything special about it."

"you are always like this."

"Feel sorry."

She kept silent, and finally let out a gasp that was unique to young girls, as if she had taken a deep breath: "Forget it, I don't care about you anymore."

"The tone of an elder..."

"I just want to teach you a lesson."

"It's fine. Any time is fine."

"Just quit, whatever you want, just quit," she said. "I won't care about you anymore."

"Don't say that." Makimura Taku leaned back a little, "I really feel like I've done something unforgivable."

"You feel right." Ogura Yuki said, "Just wait, Makimura Taku."

"What kind of tone is this..."

Before he could finish his words, the phone was hung up. Makimura Taku looked at the screen and wanted to call back, but Ogura Tomoki sent him a message on LINE.

"You're done, Makimura Taku." There was an angry cat expression behind him, and he was always furious.

It seems that she is not really angry, Makimura Taku thought, and he saw another message in the chat box: Good night.

It happened a long time ago. He never replied to that message. He really forgot about it. It shouldn't be too late to reply now.

"Good night." He sent a message to Tomoki Ogura as he walked out of the station.

Ogura Yuki quickly replied: "Good night."

The next morning, someone called Makura Taku. The caller's name was not displayed, so he didn't know who it was. Makura Taku answered the phone while pouring himself some milk.

"Is it Makimura?"

"you are?"

"Oh, I'm Maki Teramoto." Maki Teramoto said, "You resigned?"

Makimura Taku thought for a moment and said, "That should be it."

"I see." Teramoto Maki said nothing, "Just confirming, nothing happened."

"Oh."

The two chatted for a few minutes and then the call ended.

After breakfast, Taku Makimura packed up and prepared to meet Ichigo Saito at the place he had agreed to meet last night. Although it was not Starbucks, it was also in Shibuya.

As soon as he went out, a black car drifted to a stop at the door of his house, and a woman in her twenties in a suit and wearing brown sunglasses got out from the passenger seat.

She slammed the car door shut, glanced at Makimura Taku's almost incomprehensible gaze, walked to the side of the car and opened the back door.

A pair of delicate white little feet stretched out from inside, wearing white canvas shoes and pure white cotton socks, and the calves were slender and beautiful.

He continued to look over without saying a word, and sure enough, it was Ogura Tomoki coming down.

She was wearing a short skirt, high-waisted denim hot pants, and black sunglasses, looking like a high school girl.

The unique southerly wind that only comes in late May blew up her skirt and her shoulder-length hair, which was rarely tied into a bun.

She skillfully spread out the legs of her glasses, but didn't put them on properly. Instead, she put them on and then pinned them up, lifting up her bangs to reveal her attractive forehead and beautiful eyes: "Makino Taku!"

"..."

"you are done."

"What..." Makimura Taku stared at her, wanting to see what play she was acting out.

Ogura Yuki put one hand on her waist and pointed at him with the other. She was wearing a bracelet on her right hand:

"You called me to resign without consulting me and taking advantage of the fact that I happened to be away from Tokyo these few days?"

"that is because."

"Do not make jokes."

She said this angrily and walked over quickly, as if she was participating in a walking competition.

There was a flash of light above his head, and the sunglasses reflected the golden sunlight above his head.

Seeing her approaching aggressively, Makimura Taku wanted to take two steps back.

Tomoki Ogura didn't give him this opportunity.

The moment the distance between them shortened, she stepped one foot on Makimura Taku's shoes, raised her head, and her hands were not idle either, directly grabbing the black tie he had rarely worn this morning:

"Want to run?"

"I haven't moved yet." He held his palms outward.

"Don't think you can get rid of me by quitting suddenly."

"That's because there are other things..." Makimura Taku said with a wry smile, "You don't care about me anymore."

"Yeah, I don't care about you." Ogura Tomoki turned his face away.

"Now..." Makimura Taku looked at her profile.

Tomoki Ogura is only a little over 1.6 meters tall, and because of the angle he had to lower his head.

Because she was wearing a one-shoulder dress, her bra straps were completely exposed, and the white skin on her chest was faintly visible.

However, he seemed to have no awareness at all and was still holding onto Makimura Taku's tie.

"It doesn't matter to you. You can do whatever you want." She looked back, wrapped the tie around her fingers very naturally, and then loosened it.

Makimura Taku still didn't move.

She took a step back, took off her sunglasses and held them in her hand, hugging her heaving chest: "So, I'm doing my job."

"Ok?"

"Don't you want to go to an agency and become an actor?"

"How do you know..." Makimura Taku asked as he adjusted his tie.

Actually, it didn't look that bad, just straighten it a little. The shoes that were stepped on were also very clean, and he wondered if Ogura Tomoki came from a sterile place.