Molly stared at her in surprise. "Kent?"

　　"It's me," said Kent, sitting next to her.

　　Molly smoothed her exaggerated hair and asked in disbelief, "when did you become so good at makeup?"

　　She had been working for Kent for a long time, so she knew clearly what kind of person she was.

　　"It's a secret," said Kent, winking playfully.

　　"What would you like to drink?" Molly waved at the waiter.

　　Kent thought for a while and replied, "yogurt."

　　Before she came out, she ate a lot and her stomach was swollen.

　　"You don't drink?" it was Kent's idea to come to the bar to relax.

　　Kent looked at somewhere else...