Meeting in a place like this is like a past life relation——
—or that might be so, but it’s not like I’m a regional history buff, so even if I butt in on their conversation, it would all be Greek to me, probably.
If Tsudzura-chan were with me, she’d probably provide helpful commentary, but said Tsudzura-chan is currently absent.
In the end, the answer I’m left with is “it’s not like I know her anything, so there’s no need to say ‘hi,'” which is uncommonly flighty for me.
Kei: …………
That aside, Tsudzura-chan’s taking an awful long time……
As I give them another sidelong glance, the black-clothed, black-haired girl and the employee have grave expressions as they talk amongst themselves.
This makes me all the more unable to breach the atmosphere.
Thinking it might help condense the time, I glance at the nearby exhibits, but I can’t bring myself to do more than pass them by uneasily.
Why won’t this fidgety feeling go away, I wonder?
…………
Kei: ……I think I’ll go, too.
Thinking that must be what it is, I head to the place where I’m most likely to find Tsudzura-chan.