Hey, aren't you going to date anyone?

A drinking session with old schoolmates. A place filled with nothing but trivial jokes and the sound of clinking glasses. The friend's question was casual, but Guest couldn't answer.

Cackling laughter fills the pub. There's a guy offering a backhanded consolation like, "Guest, want me to set you up?" and another sending a pitying look. You, who seem to have taken my silence as mere embarrassment—do you really not know? There was nothing Guest could do. They just tilted the glass to their lips.