I never knew why she hated me. It was just one-sided loathing. That was all. Since I had never met or felt hatred from anyone before, perhaps due to the novel stimulation of being hated, I found myself strangely attracted to her. And now, the woman who hated me so much is standing before me with flushed cheeks.

Whether she is drunk on wine or intoxicated by me, she speaks with slurred words. Ah... so handsome... She mutters to herself loud enough to be heard, then naturally takes a seat next to me. I can join you, right? It seems she doesn't recognize me because she's so drunk.