episode_0058

The art museum was white. As I sat in the indoor cafe and looked around, people passed by, blocking the white walls. The clothes were neatly similar, as if they had been put together.

Maybe that’s why I was embarrassed by the big ribbon my mom had tied in my hair. If you glance around, there are people looking in this direction and talking among themselves. They say it’s a personality point, but this is just a wide-range provocation.

My mom advised me that I would stand out if I dressed plainly. It was absurd advice, but since my mom is an expert, I thought this museum was different, but I think I was deceived. When I heard that they looked good on each other, the person who responded yes is also having a problem… … .

I thought about untying the ribbon, but that was even more embarrassing. This is because as I followed my mother indoors, I secretly encountered many people. Oh, that girl. If you can read her true feelings through her reaction that she finally untied the ribbon, it’s only right for her to go confidently. A kid with a lot of personality is better than a shy kid.

My mother was at work with the director. Since this place is owned by our foundation, I guess there is work to be done. Usually, the person in charge takes care of it, but there are times when the decision maker needs to take action directly. He told me to look at the work while I waited, but he said it while laughing, so I had no intention of listening to it at face value.

When I lost strength and lowered my head, the ribbon fluttered. If it were going to be like this, I would have just stayed home. too bad.

When the cappuccino was ready, the security guard brought a glass. The cinnamon powder sprinkled appropriately made it look drinkable, regardless of the bad situation. If you sprinkle a lot of cinnamon powder just to be generous, it can be difficult in many ways. The unique thickness of milk foam and the bitter taste of coffee spread into my mouth. The taste of life is so bitter.

As I was passing the time by resting my chin and pouring coffee over the milk foam with a spoon, I got a call from Yumina.

-Are you on the sofa or in bed?

He asks as if it’s natural for him to be at home.

“If anyone hears me, they’ll think I’m at home all the time.”

-no?

“Unfortunately, I’m outside right now. I’m looking around the art museum.”

To be exact, it is stuck in a cafe, but it is a very minor difference that does not need to be mentioned.

-I never imagined it was an art museum.

“Really? Isn’t this a place that suits me?”

I think it suits you with a ribbon in your hair.

-It looks good on the outside, but it doesn’t match on the inside.

“There are few people who have a colorful and delicate inner self like me.”

-More than that, it’s about a date.

I was ignored. It’s so, so sad. I’m hurt inside.

“Has the busy work been resolved?”

-It has been resolved to some extent. These days, Laplace makes a lot of mistakes and has to clean them up, which is actually a problem. “I think it hurts, but don’t tell me.”

“Well, self-care is part of work. I guess I’m busy for no reason. If you’re busy, you can start later. It’s not urgent. That’s what I asked for in the first place.”

Yumina stopped talking and the conversation was cut off for a moment. I stirred the cappuccino with a spoon. I’m more attracted to sweets than coffee. Should I have ordered a cake?

-I was originally going to postpone it, but I changed my mind. I’m thinking of giving it a try soon.

“There’s no need to overdo it.”

-It’s not something you can’t do just because you’re busy. To put it bluntly, it’s just playing.

“Well, if you have to do it, it’s up to you. If you send me the budget, I’ll prepare it in cash.”

―It’s so simple that there’s no need for a budget. I plan to meet up, have a meal, watch a movie, and then go to a cafe.

It’s standard. The standard is the standard because it is excellent. It’s not a bad decision. But something’s bothering me. Umm… … . As I thought about it while tapping my coffee cup with a spoon, a good reason came to mind.

“however.”

-huh.

“Even friends do things like eat, watch movies, and go to cafes, right? So isn’t that just hanging out with friends, not a date between lovers?”

-that’s right!

“What if I answer yes there?”

-That’s kind of what I usually say. Can you understand how I feel now?

“I don’t understand. Isn’t there something different and special?”

-Dating is basically nothing special.

That’s right, but that’s why we meet friends.

“Confess and ask me out on a date?”

-no. If I confessed and got dumped and even got rejected on a date, no matter how much I was, I would cry.

“then?”

-After asking them to hang out, we eat and watch a movie.

“There’s really no difference.”

-The heart is important. If you love someone, hanging out with friends feels like a date.

“We are friends at heart.”

―Why is our young lady so picky?

I had a lot of things to say, but I took a deep breath and quit. Since this is what I asked for, there is nothing I can do.

―But what do you do at the art museum?

“huh?”

When I looked down at those words, I saw that it was a coffee cup.

“Drink coffee.”

-Is the tour over?

“Just drink coffee.”

-What is that.

“I think I’ll order a cake too.”

―You’re not doing anything special as usual, are you?

To say it is as usual is a bit too much.

“huh.”

But it’s true.

-I see! Which art museum is it?

“The place I mentioned four months and twenty days ago.”

-aha! I don’t remember at all.

Yumina is smart, but her memory seems biased. Are you the type of person who remembers only the areas you are interested in? He told me the location. Seeing as he was asking for the location, I guess he was planning on coming. It wasn’t like I was abandoned by my mom, it was just that I was bored, but it turned out well.

“If you’re going to come, come quickly. There’s so much time left.”

-I have no intention of going.

Why did you ask?

After exchanging meaningful words for a while, we hung up. Ugh, I didn’t know that Yumina would get dumped.

I had a shot of moderately cooled cappuccino. I ordered a cup of coffee and a cake to go along with it, and grabbed my phone with both hands. I should play a game.

It’s a gacha game. I saw that it was an IP-based game and it showed up on a real-time search, so I pre-ordered it and forgot about it, but then I started playing it when I got an alert that it had been released. It’s not very fun.

It’s a typical gacha game, and in some ways, it can be seen as a good mix of game quality and the profitability of the IP, but since this is an IP that we don’t know, it’s not particularly satisfying. Moreover, I started paying a bit and now there is no content. The Colosseum, which is written as a duel arena and read as an arena, remains, but it is a common competitive element and is not very inspiring. There was an update notice saying they would add a boss raid, but guess what?

Looks like I’ll have to play another game soon. Are there any games available for pre-order right now? I hope it’s an IP you like. Still, the time went by well as I was watching the automatic battle in the arena or the colosseum. Either way, it’s a great way to kill time.

As I was spending time eating cake, someone came next to me. Even through my narrow field of vision as I was looking at my phone, the sight I saw seemed to be a familiar person.

When I looked up, it was Do Yu-geon. why? Clearly embarrassed, the guy explained further.

“I heard Yumina was here.”

Yuminaaa.

“……Ugh, I’m here, right?”

I was about to reach for the ribbon, but I quickly restrained myself because it would be even more embarrassing to have my shame revealed. My hands were a bit unsteady for a moment, but I’m sure I didn’t get caught.

“So I came here for a little while.”

“Hmm, welcome back.”

I looked for a moment to see how he would react to the large ribbon tied in his hair, but there was no reaction. what? Is it so natural that you don’t notice it?

I waited a little longer, but there was no sign of anything different. Umm. Okay, if you do this, there will be no problem. I got up from my seat.

“Welcome. Since I’m here, I’ll show you around the art museum.”

“My wallet is light now….”

“Anyway, since this is our foundation, admission is free. Don’t hesitate.”

I went in with the guy. My face felt a little hot because the ribbon caught my attention, but this is a physiological phenomenon. It suits you well, so what can I do?

I fanned myself with my hand for a while. Well, it’s a bit hot for winter. Heating is too much.

“What picture is this?”

When I looked at the picture pointed to, I saw that there was no noticeable content and that it was just a large oil painting painted over. Yes. huh… … . ah.

I don’t know what the picture is. There might be something profound about it. But I don’t have any knowledge of art here.

“It’s better to think about art yourself. What’s important is the impression the viewer feels rather than the essence of the work.”

After talking about it, it seems like a good answer. It was a good improvisation.

“Oh. But once you have thought about it to a certain extent, wouldn’t you be able to fully enjoy the work if you know what to focus on and what perspective to look at it from?”

Ugh. I’m at a loss for things to say.

As I looked around, I heard the sound of shoes clicking behind me and an employee approached me.

“Do you mind if I explain, miss?”

It was good timing.

“You’re right. In cases like this, you should ask an expert. Please explain.”

“This is called monochromatic painting.”

I enjoyed the tour under the guidance of the staff. Strictly speaking, I only enjoyed Do Yu-geon and only listened to the explanation in a daze. huh. Drawing is not my taste.

After the tour, I left the museum. Mom says she has already gone home. Mom is bad.

“Aside from the paintings, do you have any questions about the museum? I don’t know much about paintings, but there are things I picked up.”

The guy thought as he sipped the warm can.

“There is one. I’m not sure if it’s related to the museum.”

“Really? What is it?”

“What’s with the ribbon in your hair?”

I could have answered calmly, but that failed. It was hot and the accident was stuttering.

“Hey, this is fashion.”

“Oh, I see. It somehow suits you well.”

It’s true, but it’s even more embarrassing.

“It’s called fashion.”

“Yeah, it looks good on you.”

“I know. I’m tired. I want to go home.”

I hurried back home.