The stars are sparse in the moonlit sky, and the cicadas chirp in waves, like living in a midsummer night's dream.
Elise Don stretched out her arms asking for a hug, and Oliver Bloom embraced her, wrapping his arm around her waist and tightening it suddenly, bringing them close together once again.
A kiss was about to land—
Suddenly, the sound of jangling keys was heard.
"Hey? Oliver, your season is over, why aren't you resting? What are you doing here?"
Being recognized by an acquaintance, Elise Don, feeling guilty, instinctively jumped back a step.
Oliver Bloom was much calmer and called out "Uncle," in the direction of the shadow.
"I'm here to pick up some personal items."
"Oh, hurry up then, I'm about to lock the door."
The night-shift uncle, with a hunched back and poor eyesight, entered the swimming pool through the side door, completely unaware that someone was standing behind Oliver Bloom.
