Two people before them, M. Gill and Mlle. Howell said that who was on a double date with a career woman named Eira Voyles and a man named Billy Marsh.
Eira Voyles, or what Feline says is like a stepmother, is actually a typical woman who only talks about important matters. Mlle. Voyles has an aura of wisdom and authority. In fact, armed with that, she can comment on someone without fear of being blamed. If I may assume, she could be someone in a high position. Maybe a boss?
By the way, Mlle. Howell has charming aura about her friendly heart and attitude, Mlle. Voyles pays great attention to the details of her appearance.
Her black hair with turquoise blue-green ombre is slightly wavy and tied into a simple ponytail, while her front bangs frame her face. She has a sharp nose, a sharp gaze that corrects anything she thinks is worth commenting on, light lipstick, and silver earrings dangling sacredly from her two ears.
She took candy from her white sling bag that looked expensive and glamorous perhaps, then held out her hand to give it. “Better than nothing?”
Cough candy with honey flavor.
“Ah, Eira, how considerate!” Mlle. Howell accepted it with joy and relief.
“Though you'd be better off cutting back on the sweets, I think.” Mlle. Voyless folded her arms and turned to me. "Sorry you have to bother looking at two birds who are being intimate. I think it's a disturbing sight because this is a public place, so it feels safe if you want to reprimand them, if that's what you want?"
“It can't be helped, mademoiselle. It's as hot as summer," I nodded with a small smile. I agree.
Honestly, nothing is hotter this summer than seeing Mlle. Howell and M. Gill are like crazy gorillas being too lovely with each other.
“It's absolute. There's nothing hotter this summer than seeing them together," said the dapper man named Billy Marsh, in a bass-leaning voice.
His appearance exuded a dashing and dignified aura. There are times when smooth, combed back black hair adheres to the principle of neatness. Wearing a dark red double breasted jacket with four shiny brass buttons and woolen fur on the collar and wrists. He is a typical pragmatic person but has a good sense of humor too.
If take a look at M. Gill and Mlle. Howell, anyone can judge that at least they are like magnets with different poles, sticking together at all times and requiring effort to separate. Meanwhile M. Marsh and Mlle. Voyles… I don't know how to describe it?
Sometimes couples who have the same aura of authority are not compatible. They were both calm, as if they were like the relationship between clients and sales, closer but not as close as romantic fire. They may understand each other, but I don't see any romance between them. Even if one or both of them admit that they love each other, to me it's nothing more than just words. But what is clear, that doesn't mean they are enemies or hate each other. They only have their own limits.
"Ah, the four of you are planning a holiday, M. Marsh?"
“Well, that's it. Even though we all agree that Alwen-erhm, I mean Howell, would be better off resting," M. Marsh shrugged his shoulders.
“Even though this cute face takes too much overtime, it's a bit surprising that she's even invited to the theme park... Because we have to worry, it doesn't feel right if we don't monitor it - well, in this case, Alwen Howell, is that right, Naughty Mistress?" Her hand reached back to put the candy into the bag when Mlle. Howell refused to take it completely.
I guess what, although like a stepmother, Mlle. Voyles just wasn't able to honestly express her concern.
"Hey, stahp (stop)! You guys are just making me feel guilty here!” She twisted his mouth while still sucking on the cough candy. "After all... Nick looked so sad when he found out I canceled this plan..."
“….” The man named Nick Gill was just silent. He opened the contents of the donut but it was as if something was stopping him from taking it. It seemed he was thinking about something else. What was clear was that his face was suddenly sadder than before.
"Oh yes? That means your Nick is just a selfish guy, right, Mr. Gill?” said Mlle. Voyles raised one eyebrow and his lips were also part of a grimace.
I don't know if it's just me or not, but the man named Nick Gill took a moment to look at Mlle. Voyles before back to Mlle. Howell.
“I know you're always thinking about me, Sweetheart. But it's true that number one is your health. If something happens to you, how can I live?”
“Awwhhh, Nick!” They hugged like lovers again. Just Mlle. Voyles rolled her eyes as if she had seen that scene thousands of times.
I looked at M. Marsh, “Ehhmm…”
“Well, they always do, Mr. Keymarks. There's nothing we can do about that.” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Only death separates us, is that right, hon?”
“That's it, sweetheart!”
They danced a little for a moment after saying that sentence.
I put on a happy smile towards them even though it was seasoned with sour feelings. I don't really like the words 'death'. It sounded very arrogant but it was understandable because Mlle. Howell felt their love was inseparable. It's better if I don't make any further comments. Moreover, my criticism is unnecessary and might ruin the atmosphere of the young people in front of me.
The conversation was short and few. As short as Mlle. Howell rested her condition after riding the wooden coaster, and our chat was short. Regarding the short story about herself, Mlle. Howell who wants to spend time with her boyfriend. Even though I understand very little, there are still some things that were placed incorrectly.
Mlle. Howell and her lover, Monsieur Nick Gill, got up from the wooden chair where the four of us were sitting for a moment.
“Alwen, my darling, are you sure you're okay?” Mlle. Voyles regarded him with a look full of suspicion.
“I'm a little dizzy... I'm safe if I ride something that isn't too rocky?”
“Ehmm- S-Sorry to interrupt, but what about a ride like a 4-dimensional cinema? Haunted house also available? Or-uh… Dodgems?” Feline raised her mouth after a long time of just watching. He pretended to be a tour guide.
“Hm…” added Mlle. Howell. “What about you, Honey?”
"Well, it’s anything. More important is what you like,"
The two people are still unsure even though M. Gill agrees with whatever his lover chooses.
“How about 4-dimensional cinema? I think-that… would be good for a change of scenery for a moment?” M. Marsh nodded confidently then turned to Mlle. Voyles. “You mind?
"There is nothing more burdensome than seeing Alwen collapse again,"
The bright spot for the four people finally came. Even though what they were talking about somehow ended up being a haunted house. Mlle. Howell wanted to feel the thrill of a ride that, besides shaking, was scary.
“Uhm… sir, are you coming?” she offered with a cool and friendly smile from the woman with straight dark gray hair and green eyes. Mlle. Howell, as if she had considered us as the story of their journey.
"Next time we meet, perhaps,"
“Is that so? Oh, what a shame,"
The smile shrank and felt sour. Mlle. Howell after waving her hands, the four people melted into the procession. Well what else can you do? I don't want to interfere with anyone's story. Let the white paper write their journey fairly.
Meanwhile for Feline, I have to think about how to punish her for buying apple tea instead of the regular version. She couldn't possibly have had the option of dodging, because I clearly noticed the bottle that Mlle Howell was carrying.
“Slow loris, quickly give a reason that can be accepted by the logical aspect, what are you hiding from me?” I got up from the wooden chair and brought my face closer to him as if I was really looking at him seriously.
"Geez, you're really suspicious, aren't you?" she said, glancing in another direction. Besides, I know that when I tell you to buy something, you definitely won't buy it just for me. But two to four times as much is something you buy.
"For example, what did you buy?"
She stopped for a moment, glanced right and left, her eyes showing that there was no way out. I know Feline isn't very smart about that.
"Hah... I found out..." She opened her bear sling bag slowly with a resigned face. I saw some chocolate snacks and a box of donuts like Mlle's. Howell however is smaller in box size.
Hm, is that all? Doesn't this ring a bell?
“Feline, don't act stupid. Give me your best reason why instead of regular tea you gave me apple tea?" Actually, I don't really have a problem with tea, although it's better without any flavorings. I just want what I want, not to buy other variations unless there aren't any!”
"Huh? Because there aren't any, Mr. Cake!?”
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