A Talk Between Old Friends

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And after comforting my daughter, I decided to move to the gym and meet with Rita. In there, I had to explain it everything that happened yesterday because she was actually dead worried about me and had wanted to come to my house to check me for a while, but I always told her I was alright. However, as always, after she calmed down, her usual cocky nature resurfaced.

"Ohohoho~ So Mark came to your house and began cooking and taking care of you?! Oh my! Oh my, oh my~!" Rita began giggling devilishly. "He even cooked for you and attended you as if he were your boyfriend or something…"

"R-Rita! Stop saying that…!" I cried. I couldn't help but feel flustered the more she remarked how shameless I was to ask Mark for all of those things. It really felt as if he was my boyfriend taking care of me now! Uwah… Why did I even asked for his help so shamelessly?