It has been a long time since I had a leisurely meal outside with Blake. Perhaps it started from the first time we went out.
Various things happened when we went to the zoo. It felt far from being alone together. When we went to my hometown, we also had meals with everyone. Although Blake was very happy and it was fine like this, today my mood was somehow more impatient than usual.
I, who usually don't drink at all, just took a small sip. Blake immediately noticed that I couldn't drink and easily took the drink away. But the alcohol from just one sip only makes my mood a little higher than usual. However, if I finish a glass of wine, I am really the kind of person with a very poor tolerance who will get drunk immediately.
"Is Ben really okay?"
"Um, I'm fine."
