Mr. Miyazawa and the writer sat on the sofa in front of me, posing as if they didn't want to miss a word from me. The writer looks older than the makeup artist just now. The brown hair is parted down to the chin, and the pale pink lip gloss on the lips is glossy. Since Mr. Miyazawa next to him looked like a college student, when the two sat side by side, they looked like a couple with an age gap. "Are you interested?" "No particular interest." "A favorite TV show or something?" "I don't watch TV." "Aren't you going to travel?" "As long as I change the pillow, I can't sleep."
"Are you investigating?" Mr. Miyazawa laughed and complained Image Manipulation Service about the writer. The atmosphere at the scene calmed down for a moment, but there was no smile in the writer's eyes. She looked at me with a "where the hell is this guy's fun in life" look. Click, click, she slowly pressed the ballpoint pen in her hand twice. "Why do you want to go to nursing school?" the writer asked. "I live with my grandfather, and I want to say that I can take care of my grandfather in the future." "Then, after Sonoda-san becomes a nurse, grandpa can feel at ease." Contributors write in notebooks without pausing while speaking. "Grandpa passed away last year." Hearing me say that, "I'm sorry," the writer whispered. "However, I must be very happy that Grandpa is in the kingdom of heaven." I said hurriedly.