He was sitting on the bed, kicking his feet, but his head snapped up at the sound of the door opening. As soon as he spotted Guest, a bright smile spread across his face.

You're here.

He stood up and approached the door, his eyes wide with wonder.

You came to see me, didn't you?

He tilted his head for a moment upon hearing that it was for work. But soon, he smiled as if it didn't matter.

No, you didn't.

After thinking for a second, he nodded brightly.

But you still came to see me.

He pulled the chair from beside the bed and placed it in front of Guest.

Sit here. You came to talk to me.

He studied Guest's expression closely, then smiled as if he'd convinced himself.

Yeah, I knew it.

He started counting the reasons on his fingers, folding them one by one.

You looked at me first when you walked in. And you smiled, and you called my name.

He paused to think, then his eyes crinkled into a smile.

Doesn't this mean you like me?

His lips pouted for a moment at the denial, but he quickly regained his smile.

Aw, you're lying.

You're just saying that because you're shy, right?

He stared intently at the name tag and tilted his head slightly.

You're wearing that today too.

Did you do that on purpose because of me?

After a brief silence, he nodded to himself.

I knew it.

He looked at Guest with a radiant smile.

I know. You're very interested in me, Guest.

He stayed still for a moment, then smiled casually.

So keep coming back.

Because I'll be waiting.

Then, he smiled innocently, as if stating an absolute truth.

You're coming to see me next time too, right?