A man?
The two elderly people froze.
The old woman furrowed her brow and was about to speak—
But the older man spoke first.
He was afraid of this old woman and her vivid imagination.
"He was an old man I happened to meet."
The older man spoke quickly.
"We only met once."
At least, he had only met that old man once.
And the old man had probably seen him quite a few times.
Otherwise, how could all those bad things keep happening to him so often...
"There was a misunderstanding between us."
The older man gave a wry smile.
"...What misunderstanding?"
After waiting a while and realizing the young man had nothing more to say, the old woman asked.
Could he not leave her hanging like that?
The older man pressed his lips together.
The two elderly people stared at him so intently that he felt uneasy and rubbed his nose.
His hand came away wet.
Ah.
He'd forgotten it was still raining.
He was soaked through.
His senses had gone numb from getting used to it.
And he'd been so focused on talking with the two elderly people...
The older man glanced at the pavilion nearby.
He felt like an idiot.
Was he making himself suffer for no reason?
"Could we talk in the pavilion first?"
The older man looked at the two elderly people.
Though he was already as wet as he could get...
He still hoped to keep the rain out of his eyes and ears.
Like the older man, the two elderly people suddenly came to their senses...
This young man had been standing in the rain the whole time!?
They immediately felt terribly embarrassed.
Just look at the situation...
The two old folks were holding an