A bottle of ice-cold Coke, two bottles of orange juice.
"Wow, an icy drink on an autumn morning really brings back that fiery youthful passion."
Arakawa Jiro sighed with emotion, popping open the can of Coke.
Foam bubbled up, and he hurriedly brought it to his lips and took a sip. The icy chill made his whole body shudder, forcing him to realize, deep down, that he really wasn't that young anymore.
Time spares no one.
Arakawa Reina sat on the stool to the right and couldn't help saying, "Dad, Mom, if you're free, stop running over here to bother me.
This is the apartment I'm renting."
"Reina, how cold-hearted. We're just worried about our daughter living all alone out here—whether you're doing well, whether you eat three meals a day on time."
Arakawa Risa put on a pitiful, teary-eyed expression.
