episode_0047

The story from last time.

Vita Shamal considers Carlyle a rival.

So, after thinking about it for a while, I decided to send a text message to interrupt my exam studies…

***

Tiring-

The text came a long time ago.

‘Surely not, a reply…?’

With a little bit of anticipation.

I deliberately don’t look right away. Sometimes it can be fun to stop in anticipation.

Carlyle contacted Bianca Shamal frequently, usually leaving about five texts a day.

He doesn’t call because he’s busy and he doesn’t want to burden the other person.

Carlyle knows that too much contact can be annoying. After all, he has had his fair share of experiences with what is called obsession.

‘I especially hate phone calls.’

When I get missed calls even though I don’t want them, it’s burdensome and makes me feel less attached in many ways. If I call someone and they don’t respond, I feel like I’m going to get nervous.

To be honest, I’m finally starting to understand the position of some of the women I’ve dated in the past. It’s a feeling Carlyle finds both funny and helpless.

He’s been texting a lot lately, on purpose. He doesn’t want to be a burden, but he still wants to get in touch.

Bianca, even when you try.

Because I always want to see a woman who pretends to buy expensive things but keeps her distance.

I think it bounces off.

‘That’s cute, though.’

Carlyle realized for the first time that if you miss someone, you want to contact them. Thanks to Bianca Shamal.

The interior of the popular cocktail bar, Milliore, is quite bustling today.

“Please serve table number 7!”

“One double mojito, one blue hawaiian, two peach crushes!”

There was no time to catch his breath. Carlyle filled the cocktail glass with dazzling movements. The sound of ice clinking, the sweet fruity scent that emerged, and the bitter scent of alcohol were now very familiar.

“The cocktail you ordered is here.”

And I also serve.

Meanwhile, Carlyle wasted even more time turning down various customers’ requests.

For example, asking for someone’s number or asking them to take a picture together.

But all the while, there was only one concern on Carlyle’s mind.

‘…I wonder if I’ll get a reply?’

Bianca has been secretly replying to me lately.

Originally, there were many days when they didn’t do it even if I sent a few.

“Get some rest, Carlyle.”

“Thank you, store manager.”

So, after receiving permission from the store manager, Carlyle leans back on his chair, slightly tired. He sits alone in the break room and takes out his phone with a slightly expectant feeling.

And there’s a text from Bianca Shamal!

I was expecting it, but then again, I wasn’t expecting it. This morning, the other person texted me.

[I’m busy today, so no contact or nonsense.]

But I am so grateful that you replied.

Yes, indeed.

Carlyle feels that he is a pretty thorough B in this relationship rather than an A.

Carlyle, thirsty for no reason, drank a glass of cold, ice-filled cocktail. As the cold, yet sweet cocktail went down his throat, he felt a sense of calm.

Kkuk-

And finally I checked the text.

The first photo was, well, more ordinary than I expected.

In fact, it was not ordinary.

The smile in the photo was enough to captivate the man. But the photo that followed right after literally took Carlyle’s mind away.

I literally lost my words. I thought I saw something wrong, so I washed my face with a dry cloth, but the photo was still the same.

What the heck?

‘When did you say not to contact me…?’

What on earth are they thinking?

I just can’t figure out what’s going on in this woman’s head.

A loose-fitting T-shirt. But she pulled it slightly with her hand, revealing a distinct cleavage. In short, a photo that seems to be openly seducing a man.

A pretty, small face with a solemn expression that doesn’t match the pose.

Carlyle has no idea what the intention was behind sending it.

Because there is no context at all.

Of course, at first he was dumbfounded, then he was dumbfounded, and then he ended up laughing.

In a way, I feel a little angry.

‘What should I do with this cheeky woman?’

She’s so desirable and cute. I promise to myself that I have to meet Bianca Shamal after work.

‘I have a test next week…’

After my part-time job ended, I tried to study.

There’s no way I can stand it if the girl I like does this.

Carlyle closed his phone immediately, worried that someone might see it. He didn’t want to accidentally show the photo he just saw. Not to anyone. He had to be the only one who saw it.

Of course, Carlyle didn’t forget to keep pressing the save button earlier.

I have to go soon. I feel like it’s hard to get up from my seat.

“ha-”

Carlyle shook his head for a moment, his expression troubled.

***

Meanwhile, Vita is studying hard without knowing that fact.

The rustling sound of the pen quietly echoes throughout the room.

Pouty pink lips, focused amethyst eyes.

Vita’s whole mind is fixed on the workbook.

Even though it is true that he was always pushed by Carlyle Schultz.

Because I’ve always been in second place.

In all subjects, Vita has shown excellent performance.

The secret is a pretty good concentration.

Once he sat down, he rarely made a fuss while talking.

Besides, this time there is a bit of a sense of crisis.

Because I know it myself.

He said that he had been neglecting his studies recently.

Fortunately, the first day’s test subjects are two relatively easy subjects that require memorization: history and philosophy.

Memorization subjects are easy. You just have to sit down and memorize them.

“Why do I have to memorize the achievements of kings?”

Despite all the complaining, Vita continued to study diligently.

Nowadays, what should I say? Compared to the past, the concept of ‘group’ has become vague.

Royal family, country. Words that feel distant.

Still, Vita had seen it once before. Nominally, the royal family still exists.

[The students of this academy are our future.]

When I entered the academy, the grandfather who came to give a congratulatory speech, dressed in a suit, said that he was the king, which made me feel strange.

Anyway, Vita studied history for almost a few hours straight.

Achievements of past kings, major events by year, politics and religion, etc.

“… Let’s take a break.”

Feeling tired, Vita decided to stretch and have a snack.

A handful of nuts left by my mother a few days ago. While chewing the nuts, I suddenly wondered what Vita Carlyle was doing right now. When I looked out the window, it was completely dark.

‘I wonder if they’re still doing it…?’

Although it’s not my part-time job.

Back when Carlyle helped him out from that punk, Nathan. It was pretty late back then, you know.

‘… Come to think of it, a little.’

It’s really great.

To admit it honestly.

When I was studying like this, Carlyle always got first place while working. It makes me feel angry for no reason, but it makes me feel great all over again.

And, on the other hand.

A slightly sad feeling.

Vita was embarrassed because she had that feeling, even though she didn’t know why. It was useless to find out a few things about Carlyle and have useless thoughts.

‘It doesn’t matter whether that guy is having a hard time or not.’

You said you were an orphan, and have been independent since you were young, doing various jobs. And you are still working hard at your part-time job, so of course it must be hard.

But Carlyle Schultz was so unlucky that he was so good. No matter what, it’s strange that I feel sorry for that guy Carlyle.

Vita finished her snack and absentmindedly looked at her phone.

‘Come to think of it, I guess I should have already seen the text…?’

I can’t help but laugh out loud.

If you think about it, the feeling of being a little sad just now was more like a pang of conscience.

Vita must feel a twinge of guilt, having tried to sabotage Carlyle like that.

Anyway, wondering if Carlyle had seen the text, Vita rolled over on the bed and opened her phone.

“Hmm… ”

Yeah. Maybe that was a little intrusive?

Anyway, Carlyle likes her. Even Vita herself wouldn’t be able to concentrate on her studies if Emily Swan sent her a text like that.

Tiring-

At exactly the same time, quite coincidentally.

A letter from Carlyle came flying in.

-I’m done, Alba. I’ll go there now.

After seeing the text, Vita jumped up. A question mark appeared on her face.

“What the heck, this guy.”

Why are you suddenly talking nonsense?

Aren’t you studying for your exam? The exam is the day after tomorrow.

Vita is ridiculous.

-No, what. I have to study.

-Let’s do it together, then.

You will receive a reply right away.

Of course, Vita has no intention of doing that at all.

‘What are you doing now…?!’

I’m anxious and I really don’t have any free time because I’m studying for the exam.

-Yeah, don’t open it.

That’s what I said, but it seems it’s already too late.

-It’s right in front of you.

When Vita checked outside the window, she realized that Carlyle was indeed there. He had found her and was even waving at her.

widely-

Vita was taken aback and lowered the window blind.

“No, what… ”

I’m embarrassed, but I have no intention of letting you in.

‘Where in the world would something like this come so suddenly and unilaterally?’

Do you think I’ll let you in? If you just ignore it, it’ll go away on its own.

With that thought in mind, Vita chose to ignore it…

***

How much time has passed?

I’m starting to get nervous. The autumn weather is unpredictable, and it’s already raining outside.

“There are still two chapters left.”

The phone is strangely silent.

‘Let’s study, study. I’ll wait and it’ll go by itself.’

Vita tried to concentrate with her unique focus, but it wasn’t working very well.

“ha… ”

In the end, I just let out a sigh.

Because I’m nervous. The raindrops are pounding against the window.

‘You haven’t gone yet?’

What kind of nonsense are you talking about?

I thought about it that way, but as expected, I got up from my seat because I thought it couldn’t be true.

And then, very slowly, he raised the window blind.

“… !”

I was so flustered that my body froze.

‘Why aren’t you going?’

Carlyle Schultz was outside, leaning against the wall, watching. Their eyes met, and Vita hurriedly pulled down the blinds again.

Are you crazy, really? There’s no other way to describe it. It doesn’t rain that much. It’s just a light drizzle.

Even though her clothes were definitely wet, it was only then that Vita’s phone began to vibrate again.

[Let me in, Bianca.]

Even though the world of competition is cold, even though Carlyle is a rival, he must be on guard. At this point, even Vita’s heart has weakened. Sometimes, Carlyle Schultz has a needlessly honest side, which is very troublesome.

“Are you making me look like I’m the only weird, bad person?”

Vita muttered to herself in a loud voice and then quickly made up her mind.

-Just dry yourself and go.

When I sent a text like that, I got an immediate reply saying it was good.

-Okay, I’ll do that.

Actually, Vita didn’t know, but Carlyle smiled with satisfaction as he replied. I knew this would happen.

It was definitely unexpected that it started raining suddenly, but it was just a drizzle to begin with, and I think it was actually good for arousing sympathy.

‘Because I’m secretly a soft-hearted person.’

I mean, Bianca Shamal.

It’s a fact that can be known just by looking at his usual appearance. When he cried in the gym, he was completely convinced.

So in the end, everything went as Carlyle Schultz expected.

Clearly, Carlyle was convinced that his opponent would soon confirm his identity.

And I thought that if I just checked, my heart would soon soften and I would give in.

So in the end it’s like this.

Squeak-

The door opens and Carlyle faces his opponent: Bianca Shamal.

“No, you… ”

It’s a look of disbelief.

Blonde hair roughly tied up, comfortable clothing of a loose t-shirt and shorts.

Even the way she pursed her pink lips and glared at him just seemed cute to Carlyle.

So when he smiles slightly, a sarcastic remark is heard.

“Are you really an idiot? Why on earth… ”

Isn’t that the kind of expression that says, “What are you doing?”

“I miss you, you.”

So when Carlyle Schultz tells his honest feelings, the other person’s face turns red.

Little by little, slowly.

***

Carlyle chuckled and made his request.

“Can you give me a towel?”

Anyway, don’t be shameless.

“Haa-”

Vita let out a deep sigh and headed to the bathroom.

I feel annoyed for no reason and my face feels hot.

[I miss you, you.]

“… Are you crazy?”

What the hell are you talking about, looking like a wet rat?

Vita can’t figure out why Carlyle Schultz would do something like that.

I feel like I’ve become a bad person for no reason, and I don’t feel good about getting soaked in the rain like that.

“Yes.”

So for now, I’ll just throw in the towel.

Neither of them felt any discomfort at this act.

Carlyle came in after roughly drying himself with a towel.

“Can I wash it?”

Now that I’ve been here a few times, I feel very comfortable.

Although it was a bit absurd, Vita was already a little weak-hearted, so she waved her hand roughly and eventually gave permission.

You might have gotten rained on and worked late, so you might want to take a shower.

What is this? It’s a bit of both.

“Okay, whatever you want.”

Anyway, I just need to wash up and go back. I have to study. With that in mind, Vita sat down at her desk again.

Until then, I had no idea that I had brought a beast into the cage.