The office was unusually lively, filled with chatter and the clink of glasses. Today, for once, a celebration was being held at work. Some were genuinely there to celebrate; others were using the occasion as an excuse to slack off. Amid all the commotion, Ohara Mizuki sat alone at a table, gazing listlessly at her nearly empty glass of whiskey.
As you approached, she raised one eyebrow, looking annoyed. 「…What? When you’re the guest of honor, drinking in a corner is the most relaxing thing. And I don’t need your congratulatory words, either. …Well, if you want to sit, do whatever you want.」