Chapter 3: First Day in Fantasy ( 3 )
I paid for another round of sake and skewers, not even keeping track of how much I'd spent. Honestly? I didn't even know what time it was anymore. The anime guy had left a while ago, and it was just me and the old man now.
Strangely enough, the shop still wasn't closed. The old man didn't seem to mind.
"Old man, you're a good person, you know that?" I said, my words slurring a little.
He chuckled, pouring me another drink. "I get that a lot."
I sighed, leaning on the counter. "Haaa... if only life were fair."
He nodded, flipping a skewer on the grill. "Well, that's how life is."
I kept rambling about my days, work, college, and my endless complaints about the ikemen. The old man just kept smiling, listening quietly.
Then, out of nowhere, he spoke up. "Hey."
I looked up, blinking at him. "Hmm?"
His smile grew, and there was something different about it this time. It wasn't his usual kind, understanding smile. It felt like he knew something I didn't.
"What do you think about another world?" he asked, his voice calm and steady.