Not âIâm home,â not âwelcome back,â but âWelcome, dear customer.â
The first words said to me by Sendai-san are uncomfortable, and I already want to leave, even though the cake I ordered hasnât yet arrived. But Iâm not here alone, so I canât leave without the cake coming.
ăShiori. Sendai-sanâs uniform looks good on her, right? Was it the cafe apron? I like that one.ă
Sendai-san, or rather the type of apron that covers from the waist down that is part of the storeâs uniform, is certainly cool, but being cool also makes it uncomfortable.
Sendai-san is not the Sendai-san I know.
I thought it was better than staying at home alone, so I invited Maika to come to Sendai-sanâs part-time job, but I should not have come. Even if being alone is boring, lonely, or unpleasant, I wish I had stayed home.
ăIâll give you a present for your birthday, if you donât mind next year.ă
I call out to Maika, who is looking at the waitress who has come to the table next to us.
ăAnd this yearâs birthday is over.ă
ăâŠOr Christmas, if you prefer.ă
I blurted out, and Maikaâs cheerful voice came back to me.
ăChristmas sounds great. We havenât done it before, but this year we should exchange gifts.ă
Up until high school, we celebrated our friendsâ birthdays, but we never exchanged chocolates or gifts for Valentineâs Day or Christmas.
I wasnât interested in that kind of thing, and I thought that doing something at every event was a boring ritual, and I thought I would always be that way, but I wasnât.
I can no longer be myself because Sendai-san brings me chocolates on Valentineâs Day or gives me gifts at Christmas.
Some part of me, some invisible place, is being changed by Sendai-san without my noticing.
ăChristmas present, Maika, is an apron enough?ă
ăI guess so. If Iâm going to use it at home, I think Iâd rather have an apron that covers up to my chest so my clothes donât get dirty.ă
When I say that much, Maika grunts.
ăIt doesnât have to be an apron. If thereâs something you want, just let me know.ă
ăThanks. Iâll think about it. Shiori, please think about what you want for Christmas, too.ă
ăYeah.ă
We look out at the restaurant in the evening, about two-thirds full, as we talk about the midwinter still ahead of us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sendai-san talking with a customer who looks a little scary.
I canât hear what the conversation is about, but I think they seem friendly.
They stay there longer than they would at another customerâs table.
ăSendai-san is suited to the customer service industry, isnât she?ă
I hear Maikaâs voice saying sullenly.
ăShe looks like sheâs been working for a year when she havenât even worked for a month.ă
ăYes. And sheâs very comfortable with it.ă
I smile and answer, then turn my gaze to the window.
I knew I should have stayed home.
Sendai-san here is Sendai-san, who will never be mine.
How Sendai-san spends her time that I cannot know.
It was something I was very curious about, but I couldnât do anything about it even if I knew. In fact, Iâm looking at Sendai-san right now at a time I didnât know existed, but Iâm helpless to do anything about it. All I can do is to watch Sendai-san talking with a woman whom I donât know well.
On the table, drinking water in a pretty glass.
Maika starts talking about a new manga she bought, and I phase her.
After a while, I hear Sendai-sanâs stilted voice and I look at her apron.
ăIâm sorry for making you wait.ă
Cheesecake and shortcake, tea and coffee.
Sendai-san, who brought it, puts it on the table.
ăYou looked like a waitress.ă
Maika says happily and looks at Sendai-san.
ăBecause Iâm a waitress.ă
ăIs the person sitting near the counter a regular?ă
What I was wondering about jumps out from Maikaâs mouth.
ăNhn, I guess sheâs a regular but also a senior. Sheâs the one who introduced me to the tutoring job.ă
A person closely related to Sendai-san.
The fact that such a person is a regular at Sendai-sanâs part-time job makes my stomach heavy even before I eat the cake.
ăIs that so?ă
I was restless and looked around the restaurant listening to their conversation, but again, no one was paying attention to the waiter chatting with the customers. Sendai-san also doesnât mind staying at one table for a long time.
ăMiyagi.ă
When she suddenly calls my name, I answer while looking at the cheesecake.
ăWhat?ă
ăI was just thinking earlier, that lipstick looks great on you.ă
ăâŠYouâre saying that because youâre the one who chose it.ă
I was worried about it until just before I left home and applied the lipstick that Sendai-san gave me. It wasnât to show Sendai-san, but because I was going to meet Maika. I often wear lipstick in college, and if I didnât just apply it on my days off, people would think I was weird. I donât need to be praised by Sendai-san because I only apply it for that reason.
ăIâve been exposed, I guess?ă
Sendai-san gives a small laugh.
She looks the same as usual in the morning, as if she doesnât care about what happened yesterday.
What I did yesterday was a terrible thing, and not something I should have done to my roommate. Given that, somehow Sendai-san is in a good mood, even though she should be angry. She probably just wants to make fun of me, but she has enough time to compliment me on my lipstick.
But unlike Sendai-san, I cannot see her face properly in the morning. When I see it, it reminds me of yesterday.
Her body.
A number of red marks on it.
Itâs burned into my brain.
And I am the one who said things that I shouldnât have said.
I almost sigh and swallow.
I wish Sendai-san would leave here sooner, but she never does.
ăOh, right, Utsunomiya. Your school festival, I want to go there, show me around.ă
As I was staring at the cheesecake, an unexpected word jumped into my ears and I involuntarily looked at Sendai-sanâs face, which I hadnât seen for a long time.
ăOh, perfect timing. Me and Shiori were talking about inviting you to the school festival, Sendai-san.ă
Maikaâs words are not wrong as she answers happily.
She did indeed say that she was going to invite Sendai-san to the school festival. But I didnât sayăyesăoutright.
ââI didnât say clearly that I didnât like it, though.
ăReally. Well, then, Iâll come visit you and show me around.ă
Sendai-san said in a bouncy voice, and I think itâs not fair.
She never said a word to me about wanting to go to the school festival.
Itâs probably because she knows that if she tell me, she will be toldănot to come.ăAnd if she tell Maika, I know she will definitely ask herăto come.ă
Really, Sendai-san is cunning.
ăLeave it to us. Right, Shiori?ă
Maika answers and looks at me as a matter of course.
ăAh, yeah.ă
I donât want to.
Donât come.
There was no way I could say that in front of Maika.
ăWell, then, thatâs that.ă
Smiling, Sendai-san goes to another table.
I took a bite of cheesecake after she disappeared completely and sighed loudly.
ăWhatâs with that end-of-the-world sigh?ă
ăâŠI need to know how to erase someone elseâs memory.ă
I said while holding my forehead and took a sip of tea.
ăThatâs scary. Is something wrong? You suddenly asked me if I wanted to go to Sendai-sanâs part-time job today. And I kept in touch.ă
ăThereâs nothing butâŠă
ăItâs scarier to want to erase memories when thereâs nothing going on.ă
ăWell, thatâs true.ă
What I want to erase is the memory of Sendai-san from yesterday, and I cannot tell Maika about it.
I sigh one more time.
I sigh again, and I know that what I did yesterday and what we talked about are still in her memory, even though Sendai-san is treating me as if nothing had happened. What Iâve done is what Iâve done anyway, what Iâve said is what I didnât have to say, and Iâd like to erase it from her memory. In addition, I also want to erase the memory of the current school festival.
ăAh, I get it. You had another fight with Sendai-san, didnât you? Iâd like to say that, but I guess not. If you had a fight, you wouldnât have come to her part-time job.ă
ăWell, probably.ă
I look at Sendai-sanâs back as she takes orders at another table.
Her uniform fits her well, and her voice is beautiful.
Unusual as she is, she covers my heart with a gray cloud.
I want to erase the memory of Sendai-san, but I donât want to erase the marks I made yesterday.
On the contrary, I think it wasnât enough.
Red markings hidden under the uniform.
If she had worn it enough to cover all of her body, I could have made the cloud of my mind smaller.
With a fork, cut a large slice of cheesecake and prick it with a plunger.
I knew I shouldnât have come.
I took a bite of the cheesecake stuck in my fork and let out a small breath.