Night--Makoto left the room.
　He goes down the stairs with no handrail.
　Shelly seems to be working at the counter, preparing for tomorrow.
　Halfway down the stairs, Sherry looks up at me.

'What's going on?'
I'm a little thirsty.

　Well, Shelley laughed.
　I'm thirsty, it's true.
　But if you're thirsty, you can turn on the faucet.
　You could also drink water from a water bottle.
　The reason I didn't do that is--'

'Sherry?'
Yeah, go ahead.

　Shelly placed the glass on the counter and Mako had no choice but to take a seat at the counter.
　She brings the glass to her mouth and sips the liquid inside.
　It has a refreshing taste.
　As usual, it's lemon water.
　I drink about half of it and place the glass on the counter.

'How do you like it?'
It's always good.
Thank you.

　With that, Shelly resumed her preparations.
　She looked over her shoulder and behind her.
　The shutters are not closed.
　We're still open for business.
　I look at Sherry.
　She is rhythmically chopping vegetables.
　Makoto stares at his glass, wondering how to get her into bed.
　Should I cut to the bright side?
　Should I cut it out quietly?
　I have a feeling that it would be better to be a little forceful in inviting him to bed, but--.
　No, let's not be pushy.
　I don't want Shelly to hate me.

"How's it going?
For what?

　Shelley stopped and tilted her head cutely.

'Well, work stuff and all that.'
That's true. The number of people using the cafeteria has increased a bit.
Okay.

　Mako looked behind her over her shoulder.
　There was no one there, as it should be.

'I meant in the daytime, in the daytime.'
Really?
Yeah, a lot of the high street stores are broken down.
I see.

　Shelly gave her a troubled look and Mako nodded after a slight pause.
　If she was a guardian, she would be happy that she had made a profit, but she seemed to feel sorry.
　Is it okay to be so uncomplicated to sell?
　I'm worried, to be honest.
　But that's Shelly, and if it comes down to it, she can handle herself.
　I have the power - or rather, the money - to do that now.
　I don't think you're going to take it, Mako poked her cheek in the air.
　Well, that's a good thing - but that's the point.
　But still, how do I get him to go to bed with me?
　She looked up at the ceiling, wondering what it was like when she was younger~.

'How's your husband?'
You okay?

　'Yeah,' nodded Shelley.

'Not bad.'
Are you sure?

　Shelly leans over the counter.
　Her ample breasts take shape on the counter and she can't help but look away.

'Ho, it's true,'
Hmm, okay.

　Shelley let out a sigh and sat up.

'Please don't be reckless,'
Yeah, I promise.

　Sherry let out another sigh and left the counter.
　It's time to call it a day.
　A chance to get her into bed.

"...Sherry.
What is it?

　Shelly stops and looks at me.

''I'll help you.''
Okay, you take that one, then.

　Oh," Mako replied and got up from her chair.
　Quickly closing the shutters.
　Sherry closed the shutters and went back to the counter to resume the preparation.
　Mako returned to his seat at the counter and watched Shelly.
　It doesn't look like it's going to be good tonight, but, well, these things aren't bad.
　Let's just call it that.
　When she came to the point of giving up, Shelly washed her hands and wiped them with a towel.

''Well are we done?''
I thought I'd clean it up, but...
Shelly's a hard worker, isn't she?
I'm going to skip school today.

　Sherry smiled.

'I'm going to turn off the lights and...'
All right. I'll go back up.

　Mako stands up and heads straight for the stairs.
　When she put her feet on the stairs--.

"Mister!
What?

　Mako stopped and looked in the direction of the voice.
　Sherry was beckoning him from near the counter - in front of the door leading to the living space.

'Would you mind helping me out a bit?
Yeah, that's fine.

　It must have been a bit of a warehouse right outside the door.
　Maybe they wanted him to move a bag of wheat or something like that.
　Mako headed down to Shelly's bottom.
　He crossed Shelly's side and ducked through the door.
　The warehouse was clean.
　He didn't know what to do with it.

'What are we going to do?'
....

　When I turned around to ask, Shelly was silent.
　Somehow she seemed to be sulking.

'What's wrong?'
Shit!　Your husband is so dull.

　Shelly said angrily and jumped into her chest.
　No, a little more vulnerable.
　Mako hugged Shelly.
　It was so soft that it seemed to melt and disappear.

'So you're saying it's OK?'
Quite frankly, sir...

　Sherry let out a sigh of dismay.

'I suppose you could focus a little more on the atmosphere, though.
"Did you read it in my own way?
How?
I don't feel like I can do this.
Okay.

　Shelley chuckled.

'Maybe you noticed?'
I've sort of noticed that, sort of.
Oh, my God.

　It would mean that he was in the palm of Shelley's hand from start to finish.

'If you've noticed, there's no need to rush it,'
I wish I was a little younger. I'm a very old man.
What does that have to do with anything?
You'd better be grateful if you don't waste them, wouldn't you?
Instead of being grateful, I was on the verge of giving up.
So what are you going to do?

　Shelly said, putting her hand around Mako's neck.
　Of course, the answer is obvious.