The afternoon sun shone right through the shop’s front windows, illuminating everything naturally inside.
Today was bound to be different, I had this gut feeling.
For so reason, Michelle didn’t go upstairs to take an afternoon nap and instead started helping to clean the store.
She even occasionally clicked one or two of our selfies saying it’s a normal routine to promote a harmful working environnt.
But after clicking our pics, she seed to be excitedly fiddling with her phone.
I tried to look it over and was shocked- She was sending it to her online friend boasting about how she could pose with an internet celebrity.
Watching trying to spy on her, she puffed up her chest saying- It’s a woman thing I won’t understand.
Of course, I do understand, better than her-
Pride and vanity; the natural inherent qualities a woman wants to show off.
"Hey Elandor?"
Michelle’s voice was soft.
It surely carried sothing else, I couldn’t yet decipher.
"Hmmm?"
I nodded my head.
"Want a cup of coffee?"
"Sure!"
There was no reason to refuse.
As she started the coffee machine, her mouth opened.
"When I sent our selfie to my friend, she was shell-shocked."
"It felt so good to boast to others."
I just patiently listened to her rhetoric.
Then she continued.
"My friend said, your video has already gotten more than 50 million views."
Michelle’s voice was calm, but I was inwardly sweating.
Damn~
More than 50 million views? My dream to live a low-key life is completely shattered.
I wanted to cry in grief.
"So?"
Passing the cup of hot coffee, she exclaid.
"Is there sothing you want to confess?"
"?????"
I gave a blank face not understanding what she ant.
"About how good your singing talent actually is, you could have given a heads up while interviewing for the job?"
Michele spoke slowly.
"People are just exaggerating online."
I raised my hands in surrender.
Michelle just got up and walked behind , wiping off a shelf containing so antique pieces.
There was a pause before she spoke again.
"Elandor, I watched your videos."
"All of them."
As she was cleaning a painting, her lips parted slowly,
"There’s this one where you sing a song about youth."
"You looked different in it."
"Huh? How?"
I was also filled with curiosity.
"You were composed, your face gave a feeling as if you were much more mature than your age."
"More confident than anyone I have seen in their youth, how do I say?"
"A bit daring yet full of vicissitudes of life."
Michele srised her perspective.
"And those girls in the background of your video."
I knew she was talking about Claire, Asuna and others at the birthday party.
"Even though I couldn’t understand much about your relationship, I felt you didn’t care about them."
"It was like even when you were with so many people you seed alone, singing on that stage."
Her words caught by surprise, her understanding ability was top-notch, just by watching a video, she almost learned the truth.
Yeah, I was pretending to be a fake boyfriend at that party, but I was sure my acting was flawless.
But still, she arrived at such a conclusion? What a crazy stalking ability.
"People act differently when they are alone like you said."
I replied nonchalantly.
My words were a direct affirmation of her previous doubts.
I never liked lying unless necessary, since she had realised sothing, better just answer her to kill her curiosity.
"So you are really alone in life?"
This ti it wasn’t a question but sothing entirely else, her tone was filled with sympathy, soft yet trying to intrude into a corner of my life.
Mature won are dangerous with their words, I realised this at this mont.
I stood there silently, not wanting to answer her any further.
Finally, not hearing any response from , Michelle turned around and crossed her arms,
"You are really a strange fellow."
"Thank you!"
I just nodded at her.
"It is not a complint."
She shot back
"For , it is!"
There was another round of silence, but this ti I was the one to break it.
"That’s why I don’t talk much to others about my abilities and stuff, they start treating differently."
Hearing , Michelle felt provoked,
"Am I treating you differently now?"
"Are you not?"
I looked straight into her eyes making her speechless.
Michelle puffed her cheeks before angrily sitting on the stool beside .
"Fine, fine you win!"
She snorted in dismay.
"So what happens now that I am so popular, will you fire ?"
I asked her what was bugging the most.
"Fire you?"
"Why would I?"
Michelle scoffed.
"In fact, I should be happy with this developnt."
"More custors will co to watch you, who knows?"
"The business will surely be good.
Michelle expressed her thoughts.
"This sounds like harassnt."
I felt irritated.
"Hehe!"
There it was.
Her lodious magnetic laughter.
That mature playful ambiguous laughter is confusing you about what she really ant.
It wasn’t a normal talk, but words so precise leaving you full of ambiguity.
"I am thinking about it."
"How can a seductress like you stay single, boys really had no eyes that they left an attractive lady like you alone."
"But it’s good."
"Now that my boss is all alone, and can be admired by my eyes only."
This ti I took the initiative and changed the tone of the conversation.
I playfully flirted with her.
Spit~
Michelle coughed out the sips of coffee she had just drunk.
I hurriedly took the hot cup from her hand and passed her a handkerchief.
With glaring eyes, she yelled at .
"Elandor, I am older!"
"Older enough to be your mother, mind your words."
"What a bold boy!"
"I will pretend you never said those words, but if there’s a next ti, then don’t bla !"
With a hateful shout, she decisively left the room and went upstairs.
"What a grumpy woman, you have been eating my head for so long, I just flirted a little and you got so pissed?"
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