"Our sales have been increasing for quite some time now, ma'am." Haruki said. "Velvet Desert might be our best-selling perfume."
Narumi wasn't listening to what Haruki was saying; her mind was on what happened during the Valentine's Day dance, the way Daiki's hands on her waist caused a jolt of electricity to run through every inch of her body, and when they were watching an anime together and he slept on her shoulder, she felt so happy.
'What is going on here? It's weird because I'm thinking about things that happened a week ago.'
"Mrs Narumi!"
"Huh?" Narumi blinked back into reality.
"Are you alright?" Haruki asked. "You seem distracted."
"Don't worry about it." Narumi waved him off with a dismissive hand gesture that seemed to snap him out of his concern. "I'm fine."
"That's good, ma'am." Haruki sighed in relief.
