I spread the notebook on the table and waved to Yuri. She dragged a chair and sat gently on my left.
A scent of shampoo floated in the air. Yuri took a pair of resin-framed glasses from her chest pocket and put them on.
“Eh? Is this written by your brother?”
Yuri leaned over and looked at the notebook in surprise. It was written by Mirka.
“Uh, this is written by my brother’s friend.”
“Huh, the handwriting is so beautiful, just like a girl’s.”
It was written by a girl in the first place. I thought to myself.
我把笔记本在桌子上摊开，冲尤里招手。她拖着椅子轻轻坐在我左边。
瞬间飘来一股洗发水的香气。尤里从胸前口袋中取出一副树脂边框的眼镜戴上。
“咦？这是哥哥写的？”
尤里探着头，惊讶地看着笔记本。是米尔嘉的笔迹。
“呃，这是哥哥的朋友写的。”
“诶，字好漂亮，简直跟女生写的一样。”
本来就是女生写的嘛。我心想。