On the way back home.

The lady, sitting on the ferry No. 1, was nodding off, succumbing to the overwhelming drowsiness. Her head, repeating back and forth like a pendulum of a clock, descended abruptly, and with a vigorous scream of ‘Eek!’ she shivered and looked back.

“Did you call me?”

“No.”

“…Strange. It feels like the demon of drowsiness is pushing down on my head.”

“It’s because of the mood.”

“Hmm.”

The lady nodded, acknowledging the nonsense she had just uttered.

A date with the lady alone.

Watching an entertaining …