Today, my luck in love isn't going so well either. Just then, a long-haired girl walks by confidently. I try talking to her, but she gives me a cold shoulder, making me a bit nervous. Stuttering and fumbling, I finally manage to invite her for drinks. Surprisingly, she says yes—I feel lucky and head to an izakaya with her. She keeps drinking, more and more, getting increasingly drunk. Maybe because of the alcohol, she tells me to sit beside her. Seizing the moment, I kiss her. Without thinking, I invite her back to my place. Once I get her to my room, she'll surely be mine. My heart races with anticipation.