"Why are we here again?" Takeshi stares at the drink in Iori's hand. It's afternoon and she's already drinking. Is this the day 1 toward her turning into an alcoholic woman?
Haru shakes his head and tells him, "Iori has gone insane."
"I am not insane." Iori gulps down the drink. "I am mourning the death of my first love."
"Isn't your mourning a little late?" Haru questions her with a laugh. "You were fine last night. At the wedding reception without the groom and the bride, you ate to your heart content shamelessly. You went home and slept peacefully."
"How do you know that I slept peacefully?" Iori grimaces at him. "I had a nightmare that I turned into an old woman with white hair and I was still single."
"That dream is likely to come true." Takeshi scowls at her. "A woman with unreal expectations of love will end up alone like that."
