CH 2

Lunch with a beautiful woman is hard.

*Director Mishima* Oh?　I finally have this premonition about our ace!

In the development department-only chat, this is the topic of conversation. I was invited by someone from the PR department who I’m not supposed to get involved with. And it’s not about work, but lunch?

In other words, a private thing ……?　Why would a girl who is such a sparkling authority have anything to do with such a shady person?

*Me* I’m seriously scared.

The remote guys in the development department try to abuse, envy and agitate me. It’s typical of our department that they’re cheerful in the chat, or something.

The time for lunch is getting closer and closer.

*Me* Maybe it’s that one. See, it’s like playing Gods and Goddesses, like telling a shady guy to play with you. [ TL: No idea. What it means. Probably Jp saying? or Something Like DARE]

12:00 ……. It was time for the employees to start going out for lunch in droves. I always have a late lunch because I’m free to leave at lunchtime. I buy my lunch at a convenience store and eat by myself at my desk.

I don’t have anything special to do unless I’m asked to do it by the departments. Ah, maybe there was a social networking search for recruits. Oh well. I’m going to watch an anime that was distributed the other day.

Not–!

“Picon”.

A chat notification sounded. A shiny red mark in the personal DM field. The name is the unfamiliar …… Mamiya.

[Let’s get out of here soon!　I’ve chosen a shop!　Let’s go!]

Cute emojis included. What is this overly cheerful chat? What should I say back?

I’m going to take a screenshot, a screenshot.

I finish my partial screenshot and catch my breath. Did you pick up a shop?　What kind of shop are we going to go to?　It’s the kind of shop that glittering Minato-ku girls go to!

Ah, so we’re in Minato-ku, so they’re Minato-ku girls. And I’m a Minato-ku boy?

[Fujishiro-san, are you ready?]

Mamiya-san, who had grown impatient because I didn’t return her chats, called out to me. The corporate zone where the public relations department is located is relatively close to the development department zone where I am.

It would certainly be quicker to speak up, but as for me, I don’t want to stand out, and most importantly, she is the heart of the company, so please don’t do it.

The stares from the sales boys are painful. That’s right. I know that Mamiya-san is the object of admiration of the sales boys and that there are many boys who are aiming for her. I also know that I’ve been invited to sales drinks.

[Ah, yes, ready.]

[Then, let’s go!]

Mamiya-san smiles at me and rushes towards me with only her purse in her hand. She is too cute. But please stop.

The glittery eyeshadow is an understated pink, and although it’s a conservative skirt style, don’t forget to add a hint of sophistication with cute metal-colored high-heeled shoes. Her hair is softly curled and looks very soft.

She’s got personality while still keeping up with the trends, which I think is what makes her so special. ……　I’m going to have to walk next to her now.?

I’m dressed like a typical techie.. I’m a working man, so I go to the hairdresser’s, but I was dressed in clothes that were hardly cool.

****.

While Mamiya-san was on her way to the shop, she was talking about various things on her own. How is her recent work, what is her favorite game, and so on.

I wonder if she’s talking about games because I’m not much of a social person, She thinks I’m onto games? but I’m not very good at games.

Even games these days are designed for online co-operation, and even that is difficult for me because of my communication disorder. It’s quite common in the internet community for people to go offline with their gaming friends and have parties.

[Here we are.]

The restaurant I was taken to was probably a very expensive yakiniku restaurant.

Mamiya-san was puffing her chest out that she was excited like expenses, but as a man I felt a little embarrassed.

[Well then, let’s get on with it.]

Mamiya-san, who sat down in front of me with a giggle, *gulp*. A private room with an atmosphere that could have come from a politician, a yakiniku lunch was lined up in front of us.

[Ha, ha ……]

[I have a favor to ask of Fujishiro-san. But I couldn’t say it inside the company.  I’m sorry for calling you like this.]

[It’s okay.]

[I ….. don’t.]

Mamiya-san’s eyes are moist. Also, I can’t hear well. She, why is she grilling meat before she talks about something important? I can’t hear her over the sizzling sound of the meat cooking. I turn the meat over and wait for it to cook before putting it on her plate.

[I don’t have any sense…… and I need help.]

[What’s ……?]

[My CameraGram.]

[Yes?]

Her voice trailed off. She shyly took out her phone and showed me her camera roll. The photos don’t look very good. They are all blurry selfies.

It is true that she hardly uses social networking services. I think she only had an account for voting for beauty pageant voting, which was run by the beauty pageant voting management when she was a university student.

[What do you mean?.]

[I don’t have a good sense of photography, … but social networking is essential for me to work as a PR person from now on. But I’m not getting anywhere with it.]

Ah, … you’re Mishima’s director. ……. She was secretly running a gourmet food account, wasn’t she?

[I heard about it from Mishima-san. Fujishiro-san’s CameraGram has 150,000 followers just for the pictures of his food and his hands. So I need your help!]

Minato-ku (港区女子),, is a phrase that appears to have gained momentum within the last year or so. These are women—mostly college students and people in their early 20s—who love spending time in Minato Ward, some of the expensive places to stay in Japan.

Techie dress code, Something like THIS.