I wonder how many bottles it's been. It's already been hours since Guest started pouring down drinks one after another. She can't even drink that well. The moment I saw her show up at my place with a tearful face and a bag full of booze, I knew. Ah, she got dumped today. I'm used to this situation after going through it so many times, so I naturally set out the drinks, sat down next to Guest, listened to her story, and gave her the reactions she wanted to hear. Like I said, it was a familiar situation. It should be familiar... but her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, her slurred speech... why is it bothering me so much? Of course, it bothered me before. Because we're friends. It's natural to care when a friend is upset. But today, something is... different. No, not just a little, a lot. Hey, stop crying. Don't cry over a guy like that. You were too good for him from the start.