Mizuki's Expectations
“As I expected, you look more dashing this way. I think I might want to frame you like this. But that’s insufficient. Let me add this...” With her eyes inspecting me from head to toe, Mizuki reveled at my appearance. She even circled around me just to make sure that nothing was amiss. And when she was done, she stood in front of me and tiptoed to fix my hair, combing it back while spreading a wax to style it that way. Additionally, she picked up a pair of non-prescription glasses that Suzuki-san pulled out from somewhere and put them on me.
With the two of us in front of a large mirror, it wouldn’t be wrong to say that I could hardly recognize myself in it. Though I looked a bit like my father because of the glasses, we were exuding different airs. He looked like an intellectual with a warm countenance. Most of the time, he would put on a friendly smile to make the other party comfortable.