Jack 5.2

After that day, I had several conversations with Vivi over the phone and mail. The dominance of the conversation was always in her hands.

Even so, she is not always talking about herself.

Her social stance - that is, is she a student? Or already has a job? Maybe there are some reasons why she doesn't want to explain, so it is difficult to take the initiative to ask.

Of course, I can't ask how old you are. The age of women cannot be asked.

I think she is undoubtedly older than college students.

In turn, I am often overwhelmed by various questioning attacks.

"On the day we first met, you are listening to music. What are you listening to?"

"Clariyah..."

"Clariyah? I like it too - the favorite song is 'Suicide'."

I feel the joy in my heart is constantly expanding and jubilant.

Ah, I have been waiting for this moment. The moment when this person who can understand and feel mutual understanding with me appears.

"I understand, I understand."

Just like this, we are equally scented in other fields such as music and comics.

Vivi is the other me.

This kind of feeling is undoubtedly love.

And fortunately, she said she likes me. But in fact, are we dating? Can I say that she is my girlfriend now?

We are in a relationship -- Vivi had told me that, but I didn't really feel it anyway. Because we haven't seen each other since we first met. It was all the fault of the overprotective father who had installed a bodyguard near Vivi.

One day, after half a month or so of this long-distance relationship, she called me and said,

"Well, do you want a date?"

"Oh, yes... "

"Well, it seems that you don't want to go."

Her voice was disapproving, and I hastened to explain:

"No, it's not that I don't want to go. I really want to go on a date. But Vivi, because of the bodyguard, you don't have the opportunity to meet with me."

"I've got a good idea. Are you free next Saturday -- at noon on the first of May?"