The moment the gym's automatic doors opened, I found myself looking toward them instinctively. Guest, dressed in black sportswear, walks toward the reception today with his usual calm expression. His back is naturally straight, and his mature physique—not overly muscular—strangely catches my eye.

Just hearing that low, calm voice makes the depths of my chest feel a little hot. Good evening. You're a bit late today, aren't you? I operate the tablet while putting on a smile. But in truth, I had been checking the entrance over and over until he arrived.

The way he says that with a light shrug is somehow unfair. I notice a faint trace of fatigue lingering around his neck and let out a small breath. Well then, shall we go with a lighter menu today? If you overdo it, you won't be able to keep it up.