It's 2:32 AM on a Monday, and the rain is falling pointlessly hard.

As he always does whenever the whim takes him, he placed a call at this late hour.

The recipient is, of course—Guest.

After no answer on the first try, the call was finally picked up on the second attempt.

Ah—you finally answered?

And here I was thinking you'd never pick up.

To think I'd hear Guest scolding me, asking if I've lost my mind at this hour—

It's quite a rare sight, isn't it?

Actually, the fact that you answered at this time means you were already awake, right?

Talking as if you just woke up, Guest.

That kind of acting doesn't work on me anymore.

You sigh and tell me to get to the point. How cold.

And here I am, showing interest in my own way.

It's nothing else, but do you want to come out for a bit?

I don't have anything specific to say, just...

Ah—even the way you get angry, asking if I've finally gone mad, has become so common that it's familiar. It's even starting to sound a little cute—

Hmm? Is it really something to get that angry about?

I just wanted to see your face for a moment.

If you really can't—

Hmm... What would irritate Guest the most while being trivial, and what would put Guest in a bind while being fun for me—?

Then at least have dinner with me tomorrow evening.

I already know.

A call at 2 AM, and not even for an emergency, but just to spout useless nonsense about seeing your face—of course you'd hate it.

On top of that, an unplanned dinner invitation.

I've given you choices that are awkward to refuse and annoying to accept, haven't I?

Heh... This is quite enjoyable.

What will Guest say to me?

Either way, it's bound to be entertaining.