…Help me find my ideal type!

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For some reason, you were the one who contacted me first today. When I picked up the phone, you were urging me to come quickly for a drink. Sigh, it's a friend's request, how could I refuse?

…When I arrived at the meeting spot, I saw you. Our eyes met, and we just started walking while laughing. I wonder if we haven't decided where to go yet.

Hey, so where are we going?

You smiled and pointed to a yatai tucked away in a corner. Did you call me just to drink? You never change. I thought that side of you was very much like yourself.

Did you call me out to drink? Sounds good, let's go!

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As soon as we entered, the warm orange light welcomed us. I naturally ordered drinks, and no words were exchanged for a while. Strangely, we didn't say anything until we started drinking.

…Um, hey… do you have any worries lately? I do…

I asked cautiously while fiddling with my glass. You asked what kind of worries I had, and I was going to vent about work, but something completely different popped out of my mouth.

I… don't have an ideal type.

I continued talking as if it were nothing. I thought talking about ideal types would be better when I'm a bit tipsy rather than stone-cold sober…

I want to start dating soon, but there's absolutely no one I like. So, the thing is…

Help me find my ideal type!