People in formal clothes are rushing to the building with full might. I might be the only one in a hoodie and jeans. I go to the receptionist and ask her where the fashion department is.
"19th floor," She tells me without giving me a glance.
A crowd is already waiting in front of the elevator. I contemplate if I can climb up to the 19th floor. That seems like too much work.
Climb or crowd? Climb or crowd? Climb or crowd?
Suddenly, someone grabs my hand and drags me along with him. This Kamiyama Bastard! I can feel people's eyes on us. If you do this in public, people will misunderstand. Why can't you do what I ask you to do? You only have to ignore my existence, you bastard!
He walks straight into the elevator and lets go of my hand. He pushes the button for the 19th floor and 23rd floor. He doesn't give me one glance.
