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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 313.

Chapter 313.

    Chapter 313.<h4><b><strong>Chapter 313. My Birthday: </strong></b><b> Interview. (4/4)</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">After the dejected customer exited the store Alicia said, “Somehow I also feel a bit sad even though you’re the same person. It’s a reminder we’re getting older and things won’t always remain as they were.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What? You’re dissatisfied with my normal appearance?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No… I just don’t want other girls seeing the true appearance of the guy I like. What am I supposed to do if more girls fall for you?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? There’s no chance that will happen.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmmm~ no chance you say? Then exin how a certain big fish got lured in, Mr. Womanizer.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That was… a freak ident. It should have never happened. The world just decided to prank me. I’m also not a womanizer. If charm was a stat point, I’d have zero.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you had zero I wouldn’t have fallen for you.” Alicia pouted as she grumbled to herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you thought I had charm then you were obviously conned by some shady marketing. You should request a refund as I’m not as advertised.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Even if I was conned, I definitely won’t request a refund. Ever. So you’re stuck with me.” She averted her eyes to the side, a bit bashful.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t me me when you regret it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll never regret my choice.” Under the counter, she discreetly grabbed my hand while looking away in the opposite direction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Happy birthday, Ran.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks for the present. I’ll be sure to think of something for your birthday.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You don’t need to worry about that. I’ve already received too much from you. I wouldn’t even be working and able to save up for university if not for you. But… if you really insist on giving me something for my birthday in the future… just you would be enough.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You mean a date alone together?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… uh… it doesn’t need to be fancy or anything. The important part is just you… so… uh… yeah. That’s it...”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was rare for her to suggest things with just the two of us since she was always thinking about putting everyone else first.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure. If you’re happy with that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her head perked up a bit as she tried to hold back the overly happy smile creeping onto her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you a bit too easy to make happy?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m a simple girl. It doesn’t take much.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Having what she considered a bit of selfishness on her part indulged in, it was probably a first for her. Considering how Rosa took Alicia along for her birthday, her request for alone time with me on her own birthday was even more surprising. But there was nothing wrong with it. Rosa’s desire to bring Alicia along on her birthday was born from her own sense of selfishness after all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Anyway, Ran. Putting that aside for now… you’re now a new hire. Meaning~ I’m your senior at work. So~ I get to show you the ropes, don’t I?” Alicia suddenly changed gears as she shifted into her work mode.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha… yeah. That’s right… you are my senior at work now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then it’s only natural that I start training you. If I don''t, customers might find it weird.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, you’re not wrong. But I could just say my brother showed me the ropes before he resigned.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ugh. I hadn’t thought about that. No, wait, we absolutely can’t go with that, Ran.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Why not?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because~ I want to train you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. Do what you want.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve got to make mistakes, okay? That way I can look like a respectable senior employee in front of customers when I correct them. Go mix up one of the boxes on the shelves when restocking inventory so I can correct your mistake.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s the point in doing that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I want to know how it feels to be training someone new. You got to do that sort of stuff a lot to me, it’s unfair.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaah. I see. Then I’ll make a bunch of intentional mistakes and we’ll see how many you can spot and correct.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But you’ll need to let go of my hand so I can do that.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? Oh… right… uh… how about we do this tomorrow instead then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you forget? We don’t work together tomorrow. It would be the day after tomorrow.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. You’re right. Ugh… it can’t be helped. I’ll just have to wait.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You do realize you can hold my hand anytime, don’t you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But I only get to hold your hand on your birthday one day every year.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“When the next customeres by you’ll have to let go either way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Then I hope there aren’t any more customers today.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“As if that’d happen.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It didn’t take long before customers started approaching the counter and she was forced to reluctantly let go of my hand to avoid them noticing. A line built up as we got busier.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Since Alicia couldn’t openly do what she wanted with us at work, she used the pretense of showing me the ropes to stick close to me throughout the rest of our shift. I made a few intentional mistakes in front of customers that she caught and corrected me on. It was pretty amusing to see the ‘it can’t be helped if you don’t know since you’re new’ attitude whenever she pointed out my mistakes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When the clock struck 9:00 PM and our shift was over the two of us headed out to the parking lot. Normally we waited for Irene to show up with Rosa, but today was different.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I removed the cover and Alicia saw the motorcycle, she excitedly hopped on it, shot me an eager look, and said, “Come on, let’s go, let’s go.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hold up. Safety first.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I retrieved the passenger helmet and put it on Alicia’s head. I was directly in front of her and I hadn’t pulled down the visor either so I had a close-up view of her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What is it? Aren’t we going home?” Alicia asked, curious as to what the holdup was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry?” She tilted her head to one side cluelessly before she continued, “For wha- mmmm?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">In advance for this.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She rxed and closed her eyes when I leaned in closer. Atop my motorcycle, in the dimly illuminated parking lot under a street light, I kissed her at an angle no one would see us.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I pulled away I pulled down her visor, raised one leg over the motorcycle to sit in front of her, and strapped my helmet on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What was that for out of nowhere?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I just had a sudden urge to kiss my girlfriend. Is there something wrong with that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. It was a nice surprise, I wish you’d do that more often.” She passed her arms under my own and wrapped them around my chest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In that intimate position, we rode my motorcycle through the city at night together. I wasn’t allowed to drive thiste with only a learner’s permit, but I’d never been pulled over before when doing the same thing with a car, so I felt the odds of being pulled over were pretty low as long as I obeyed trafficws and didn’t drive like an idiot.


    <span style="font-weight:400">We didn’t talk about anything on the way home. It didn’t feel awkward though. We could have talked to each other, but there were some moments where that peaceful tranquility was worth more than some cheap words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The sound of the motorcycle engine’s low rumble. The vibrations beneath shook the two of us in sync. My body shielded her from the wind that whizzed by our sides. The street lights intermittently flickered in and out over our bodies as we passed under them one by one. The smell of the fresh night air we breathed in cooled our lungs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">asionally we weaved in and out betweennes as we passed by slow-moving cars. Other times we were overtaken by cars breaking the speed limit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">At one point when we slowed to a stop at a red light with a radar and camera, a bright white light shed as a car sted past our side far above the speed limit. Right as it passed by, a strong gust of wind picked and blew Alicia’s hair to the right. A tailwind soon followed and her hair was blown over my right shoulder where it came to a rest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Alicia moved her head from resting on my back and positioned her chin on my left shoulder. In this position, I felt the distinct soft sensation of her hair that slipped between the gap of my jacket cor and helmet on the back of my neck. She scooped up her hair with her left hand and flung it over her left shoulder so it wrapped around the front of my neck. It vaguely reminded me of the time we shared my scarf during that first date of ours.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When the light changed to green, we remained like this for the rest of our trip.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Once we arrived home I parked my motorcycle up outside and put the cover over it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Alicia returned to her room in an abnormally good mood while I returned to mine.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was the first time I’d ever gotten back before Irene. When I reached my bed, I copsed on top of it. My muscles were quite sore and I was spent. It only took a short minute for me to fall asleep with how exhausted I was. It’d been a pretty hectic day for me with all the running back and forth.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Thankfully, with all of those things taken care of in a single day, I could rx and enjoy the rest of my spring break.


    <span style="font-weight:400">…


    <span style="font-weight:400">Squeak.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Creek.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Creek.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Creek.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh my~ you’re already asleep? Well, it was a busy day for you.” I easily recognized the woman who whispered those words to herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My heavy eyes cracked open slightly. I hadn’t entered a deep state of sleep yet and was just barely conscious still.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh no, did I wake you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I was too tired to answer and I closed my eyes again,


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So cute~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I felt movement on the bed as it sunk a little.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t mind me~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her arms wrapped around my head. I was pulled in close to her body until I felt two warm soft sensations on my cheeks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Happy birthday, Ran, and sweet dreams~”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t leave after saying that. Rather she brushed her hand through my hair as her fingers became entangled in it. She didn’t do anything strange. She simply showered me with love and care until she eventually fell asleep on the bed while lightly holding me against her bosom in her embrace.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That was how my birthday ended.
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