As I was searching for a good idea, I saw a waitress delivering drinks to their table.
–This is it!
“Um… Excuse me.”
“Yes. How can I help you?”
I caught the waitress who had stopped by Shota-kun’s table just a moment ago.
She’s about three or four years older than me, probably a college student.
In order to get information out of her–
“–Um, you were delivering drinks to that table over there earlier, right?”
“Y-Yeah… What’s wrong with that? Ah, was that your drink, by any chance?”
No.
“No, that’s not it. I just want to know what they were saying to each other.”
“What?”
As expected, the waitress looked at me suspiciously.
I continued on without concern.
“Actually… He’s my bo-boyfriend. And yet, here he is, alone with another woman. I’m just wondering what they’re talking about.”
“Ah… I see.”
Since we are both women, she seemed to have taken my intentions into consideration.
The fact that she forgot to use formal language is more proof than anything.
Eventually, the waitress looked over at Shota-kun, and as if murmuring softly into my ear,
“I really shouldn’t say these things because of the privacy of our customers–but this is special, okay? I don’t know all the details either, but he said something about going out with her because he can’t forgive stalkers. Maybe he’s trying to have an affair?”
“Ehh…?”
As soon as I heard the waitress’ words, my eyes went black.
It was darker than Shigeru Matsuzaki. No, I’m not even joking. (T/N: A Japanese singer and actor.)
I was so upset that such an incomprehensible thought came to my mind.
A stalker… They meant me!?
Ehh!? Ehh!? No way!?
Does this mean they know I’m stalking them like this!? And going out because he can’t forgive stalkers… That’s just perfect–
The waitress kept talking to me while I was in a daze.
To be honest, I couldn’t hear a word she was saying.