Hey, Best Friend. How About A Kiss Today Too? - Chapter 85: "I recommend it?"

“I recommend it?”

“Painful…”

Finally, after leaving the stylish café, Sagiri spoke words other than those of a sensual nature. Considering the situation where she only talked about sensuous things at the café, it was quite odd, but that was indeed the reality.

My childhood friend, who had silently devoured ridiculously large, ridiculously priced, ridiculously extravagant pancakes, was now rubbing her stomach with a grimace.

“There’s no way that was a portion meant for one person, was it?”

“Dessert goes in a separate stomach…”

“You only ate dessert, didn’t you?”

“But I had breakfast properly…”

“And after having breakfast, you managed to eat that?”

“I had cornflakes for breakfast, so…”

Speaking of breakfast, it was breakfast, but it was indescribable.

Cornflakes with vanilla ice cream on top of oversized pancakes.

It felt so American.

“If you’re in pain, do you want to take a break and go home?”

“If I stop now, it seems like it’ll be a big problem…”

“…Then let’s walk around avoiding the crowds.”

“But I want to go somewhere…”

“…Where to?”

“The pharmacy.”

“Are you going to buy stomach medicine?”

“No, it’s something else.”

So, there was something else in this context.

With this and that, it seemed different, but we found ourselves at a large drugstore under the name of a pharmacy.

The drugstore, a popular spot for locals, was spacious and tidy, located a little away from the shopping mall.

There was also the purpose of letting Sagiri walk, but it was a wise decision not to use the drugstore in the crowded shopping mall.

“I want to push the cart.”

“Are you a child?”

As Sagiri revived, she immediately placed a basket in a shopping cart as soon as we entered the store.

“What are you going to buy with that?”

“Let’s see, shampoo, conditioner, treatment, body soap, facial cleanser, lotion… oh, and lip balm.”

“That’s a lot.”

She rattled off amenity goods for now.

The difference in sense around here is definitely a clear distinction between men and women.

If it were me, I would only come to buy things that are running low.

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s right.”

We exchanged words like English verb conjugations as we walked through the drugstore. We first arrived at the corner with shampoo and such.

Bathroom supplies were mostly gathered together, making it easy.

“Oh, this one. I’m using this series right now.”

Saying so, Sagiri confidently threw shampoo, conditioner, treatment, and other items into the cart.

None of these were things I would ever pick up.

“I recommend it.”

“Even if you tell me that.”

“I recommend it?”

“Well, I prefer the men’s section.”

“I recommend it.”

“…Is that so?”

There was a mysterious pressure.

It seemed to be Sagiri’s recommendation, but this wasn’t my shopping in the first place.

“Oh, this is the lip balm!”

And next was the lip balm section.

There were various types of lip balm lined up that I had never seen before. Were there this many types of lip balm in the world?

“…Is there really a difference with these?”

“Definitely! Absolutely!”

What does “absolutely” mean?

“…Is that so. I always associate lip balm with winter.”

“Tsk tsk, you’re so naive, Renji. It’s as sweet as those pancakes earlier. Your lips are part of your skin, so you need to take care of them every day, you know?”

Although she didn’t care much about what she wore, she seemed to take care of her skin properly, which made me feel her femininity. Of course, I had felt it before, but it was the first time I had truly realized it while standing next to her.

“I see, it’s enlightening.”

“Right? Leave it to Teacher Sagiri!”

She was in high spirits.

She seemed pleased to be praised.

“And when you decide to do something, you want to do it properly, right?”

“Hm?”

“Oh… um…”

“Yeah…”

Sagiri froze, and I followed suit.

It was unexpected.

It was a self-inflicted surprise.

We had gone out, enjoyed shopping and eating, and completely forgotten about it until now.

Naturally, in such a situation, the gaze would be drawn to the pale pink lips where the lip balm would be applied.

“I-i-i- recommend it…”

“I-i-i see…”

We exchanged awkward words as we walked through the drugstore.

From then until we left the store, we didn’t meet each other’s eyes, didn’t have any conversation, and during checkout, we were looked at strangely by the cashier lady.