The woman was wearing a black sweater, a pink beanie hat, and jeans that matched the color of her hat. I didn't expect her to be wearing round glasses. She had dark gray straight hair and green eyes. She was carrying a small black shoulder bag.
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Looking at her calm demeanor and comparing it to the job she did, it seemed a bit mismatched. Her speech and voice, though hoarse at times, were devoid of sudden coughs that might startle me. She was a polite woman, if I may be honest.
Well, it's truly unfortunate. If the world were fairer than a scale with equal weight on both sides, then this kind-hearted mademoiselle would be working in a kindergarten, or as a nurse in a hospital, or even as a tour guide. A better career with a well-balanced distribution of time.
"Miss, do you know us?" The woman's partner seemed disturbed by Feline's previous statement. Well, what can you do? Feline is naive and not very clever. How can she cover her mouth with her right arm as if protecting her speech from coming out, while saying it in an exaggerated tone?
For a moment, as the man shifted his gaze towards Feline, I tried to read his facial expression.
The man...
He had a face that reflected a calm attitude, yet he was bothered by Feline's words? My instinct told me that someone who is calm should choose calmer words, such as "How can I assist you?" instead of "Do you know us?"
"Erm... I-I just..."
"As this lady said, Monsieur. We have always met in line. From queuing for the tickets... to the wooden coaster," I spoke on behalf of Feline, who was now stumbling over her words. The man turned to look at his partner, then back at us with a puzzled expression. He was trying to appear calm, but I noticed a slight tension in the veins near his neck.
"With me ending up in a bad state after the wooden coaster and then meeting this lady in the seat near the candy store... this lady and you have the same role, so... it can be assumed that this is a unique coincidence, monsieur," I explained.
Yes…. Truly a unique coincidence….
"Okay... well..." His mouth finally opened into a smile after a small chuckle. He looked at us and then at his partner.
He seemed relieved, but I could sense that he was slightly disturbed.
The man wore a brown blazer and a sweater of the same color as his black trousers. He had short blond hair with bangs hanging on both sides, and his fair skin and violet eyes resembled velvet blue.
I must say, this person was quite skillful in manipulating the expressions on his face. He seemed to reflect all the facial expressions of his partner, almost like duplicating them. It's not impossible that their behavior is also identical. One thing for sure, his tone appeared fluent and gentle, although I sensed a slight tension from him, although I couldn't pinpoint what it was exactly.
"What's the matter, honey? What's wrong?"
The man then also started coughing. Well, it's understandable, sooner or later he would also catch it. Especially after sharing cotton candy at our first meeting.
"Ah, it's nothing, sweetheart." From his right arm, he handed a bottle that was very familiar to me, along with something in a plastic bag. "Your donuts, perhaps?"
"Yay! Oh my goodness, you're so thoughtful, Nick!" The woman playfully pinched her partner's nose.
"What's not for you?" he replied calmly.
Honestly, even from up close, their aura of romance made me nauseous. Don't get me wrong, I don't dislike the woman. I just felt slightly uncomfortable with their eyes interlocking like glistening crystals. It felt like something Feline would watch.
After taking a sip from the bottle, the woman opened the donut box while checking its contents. Meanwhile, I was still gaping at the bottle she brought.
"Oh, by the way, thank you, sir." The man took a seat on the left side of his partner. "I was just worried... because Alwen works in a male-dominated environment," he said.
Yeah, it was quite surprising to hear his gentle tone, but didn't he accuse me earlier with the typical negative image of men in his mind? It was a sudden accusation that pierced through.
"Ah, you might call me Keymark in the future," I shifted to the right, getting closer to him while shaking hands. Feline sat right beside me. "And... this is my assistant, Feline."
"Hello, I apologize for my behavior earlier that made you and the lady suspicious," Feline tried to be polite.
"Me too, i had my suspicions first," he replied.
We chatted for a bit. They introduced themselves. The man's name was Nick Gill, a freelance mechanical technician. The kind-hearted woman, who was also a courier, was Alwen Howell. Despite her tough job, Miss Howell maintained a soft face without any wrinkles. Not because of any special facial treatments or cosmetics, but because she smiled easily and seemed like someone who is always up for anything.
They say that there are actually two more friends. In fact, the four of them are on a double date. However, the man named Nick Gill is unsure about his friend who doesn't seem serious about his girlfriend.
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"Ah, Monsieur Gill, regarding what you said earlier—Mademoiselle Howell mentioned that as a courier, most of her friends are men... uhm. So, is it safe to assume that you're concerned about that?"
"Eh? Is that true, Nick? Awwwwhhh~ you’re so sweet!" Miss Howell appreciates the man's effort.
"W-what can I do? They all pay attention to my girlfriend. If your partner is someone who cares about others, then it's safe to assume that they're all like Alwen's lover. What do you think, Mr. Keymark?" He scratches his head with embarrassment, while his girlfriend, Mademoiselle Howell, simultaneously teases and cares for him. She cuts a chocolate donut and feeds M. Gill, as if they were king and queen on their wedding night.
Oh my goodness! They are so sweet! So sweet that every time I meet them, my blood sugar rises, and I end up with diabetes, I thought at that moment.
"Come on, hon? Without them, we couldn't be on a date like this, remember?"
"Well, that's true. But are you taking advantage of their kindness?"
Watching their conversation, it's as if we can't intrude on that discussion. The wooden chairs seem to be there only for them. Meanwhile, Feline and I are just stand-in characters.
"Beep boop! Wrong! We take advantage of their kindness! If not, they'll be sad!"
"Ah, that's true,"
They sink deeper into their own world. And we—ehh... we're just in the audience. Remember? They are more romantic than any show.
However, for a moment, I hear footsteps approaching among the bustling footsteps. That's because our place is relatively quiet. They are like spectators doing something very rare for ordinary spectators.
For example, someone suddenly stands up and protests against their scene?
"Hah... You guys are truly unbelievable. Aren't you worried about the people around you with such lovey-dovey behavior, huh?"
The sarcastic voice that initially sounded tired but ended up rising in protest. It's a typical encounter for me, especially those with an aura similar to Countess Madelaine or even the landlord of the shop I rent, Mademoiselle Flemming."
"Hahaha... Let's not be too harsh on them. This is what happens when Romeo and Juliet are reborn!"
I turned to my left, amazed by the mature and melodious tone. But I realized that Feline had beaten me to it.
"Mr. Cake, who are they?" Feline whispered to me. "Who is that lady? Why does she seem like a stepmother?"
As expected, Feline's observation needed some correction. When she mentioned a stepmother, I figured she must watch Cinderella or something similar too often.
"I don't know. Do you think I'm their friend?" I replied briefly. One thing's for sure, the man next to her seemed like an uncle who enjoyed witnessing small joys. A generous, light-hearted uncle who made everything seem easy.
But one thing was certain, they didn't look unfamiliar to me. I might not have eyes on the back of my head. It's safe to assume that Feline only remembers what she sees with her own eyes, especially capturing things that interest her.
Except for me. Everything is uninteresting. So uninteresting that I'm forced to pay attention to things that are none of my business and that I don't want to pay attention to.
Especially monitoring the backside.
Or, it's safe to assume that the two people behind us, whether waiting in line for tickets or a wooden coaster, are someone who, according to Feline, looks like a stepmother, and someone who, in my opinion, looks like a generous uncle.
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