Space-time-aroma

while using his fingers to reach down his throat until tears flowed from his ears Various stories from childhood were replayed like flashbacks. When I realized that this was the symptom of someone close to death I forced my wrist deeper into my throat and dug my fingers into it. The body reacts against His stomach squeezed, pushing liquor and snacks out of his mouth. Flowing out like a broken dam

The things he had drank and ate gave off a rancid odor and were piled up on the road. I took a deep breath, hearing many words. But the most obvious thing is the last message. “The magic will lose its power at midnight.”

Before, I became a new person. The alcohol gave me the courage to let loose. But after that the fun turned to torture. My body was burning. The brain was in chaos, the rhythm of breathing was difficult, and suddenly the body was allergic to alcohol. Those in the car woke up when they saw a red rash on their faces and arms and legs. They and you cried out.

Asking each other what to do. Finally, the driver stopped the car and gave a decisive command.

“Throw it away.”

I was dragged and dumped on the side of the road. We didn't know each other anymore, but I didn't think it would be this inhumane. At least leave a bottle of water out.

I sat against the wall and looked at the street lights. Allergic reactions make it difficult to breathe. When he felt uncomfortable, he crawled and vomited. Then I moved back to sit. My body gradually improved. This was not a symptom of acute alcohol poisoning. Probably allergic to something in the food. So we can only wait for the liver to work. Breaks down all toxins that are eaten and drunk.

No one passed by. There wasn't even a car driving past. It's unbelievable that the night after Songkran can be this quiet. Just moments ago, the bar was full of madness, like the real end of the world.

As I regained consciousness, I turned to look around me. small shoulder bag High heels and a robe all over the place. I got up and put everything on myself. He took the glasses from his bag and put them on. Gather your hair into a ponytail. and picked up the phone to see where it was

“Silom!?” Even though it's 2 a.m., the city center shouldn't be this quiet. I pressed a button on the screen to launch it.

AI

It's true that I want to go home. But the subconscious wants something warm.

“Find the nearest coffee shop”

“No cafes open at this time,” a female voice with a robotic accent came from the phone.

“I want to drink coffee.”

“It will show you the location of the convenience store on the map. Do you want me to be directed to the nearest store?”

“No, no convenience store, I want coffee, a barista, a slow bar,” I sulked, even though I knew I couldn't. But something inside wanted to explode.

“There is a member bar open.”

“No, no, slow bar doesn't mean bar. I don't drink alcohol anymore.”

“Coffee is available,” a voice from

AI

It made me pause before picking up the phone to look at the details.

Spacetime women's bar

Serving various types of drinks By the skill of the bartender, carefully selected

located not far from here It's a closed bar and you have to download the app to apply for membership. I scrolled through the screen, scrolled down to the terms of service and found the accept button. Pressed through to go to the application process. My personal information is displayed on the screen. Name, Age, Status Educational level, address, work location, even salary figures.

All information is correct. There is only a button to confirm or cancel. The next page is to select the credit card you will use to pay for the service. Press confirm a few times. The application is completed.

Select the bartender you want to use.

There is a picture with the date and time of the store. Everyone is a good-looking young man working in the entertainment industry. The work shifts vary, some are only 2 hours, some are up to 8 hours. There are two people in the shop, some three. At first, I thought that this was a host club where men lined up to choose from. Whoever you like, take it and sit with it as a friend. But here, customers must arrive on time to meet the bartender who wants to use their services.

Now there is only one full-time bartender. Stays from midnight to 4 a.m. His face is neat and youthful, giving the impression of a little man from a period drama. White skin, big blue eyes. The face is sweet and clean. It's the kind of thing that I "think" would be acceptable if I were to spend the night with a man.

I press reserve, press the credit card pin. Verify with fingerprint Walking slowly, I walked into the alley, turned left and right and saw a light not far away amidst the darkness.

The phone beeps. When I lifted the screen to look, I found a message balloon. The booking was canceled. My eyes widened and I read the message.

We apologize for the inconvenience as there are no other customers tonight. It may make your customers disappointed. Therefore, permission was granted to close the shop.

Wait, can I at least have a cup of coffee first? I jog on my toes. Blue neon lights displaying the shop's name

Spacetime

It went black and I ran to the window next to the store. Unable to find the door, he waved his hand hoping that the people in the store would see it. But the water droplets that formed on the inside made all the effort worthless. Decided to turn around the corner. I walked to the end of the glass and there was no door. I found a solid wall. What's the entrance to this shop? Or have to go around to the back?

When I tried to call the store, there was no number. Suddenly, the lights in the store suddenly went out. I'll break the glass and call But he stopped his hand. Tell yourself to calm down. But it hurts that nothing works as expected.

“Don't close yet. Please give me a cup of coffee,” I shouted. Turn left, turn right Hopefully no one will lean over and curse. The sound of dogs barking echoed from another direction. A tall, skinny stray dog ​​appeared in the middle of the road from the next alley. He walked in with a few minions. I pressed myself against the wall. Running away from them in this state would be impossible.

At that moment, there was a rumbling sound from the brick wall. I hurriedly backed away in shock. His high heels flipped over and he fell on his butt. I looked up and saw that the wall had slid open and turned into a rust-colored steel door. It opened and revealed a white woman with shoulder-length black hair and a beautiful face. The most striking thing was the blue eyes that stood out in the dark.

“Khun Kankaew, who reserved the restaurant just now, right?”

"yes"

“Come in first,” she smiled, extending her right hand to me. I tried to grab it but stopped when I realized it was my right hand that was reaching down my throat and vomiting. But she grabbed it and pulled me up and led me into the store.

“Michael?” I asked the bartender. From the entrance you will find a small counter for the receptionist. Turn right and there is another rust-colored door that slides open electrically. The inside of the store was bright, different from what it looked like from the outside that the lights had been turned off. A mirror that should allow you to see the outside of the store. Instead, it shows a view of Jupiter's rings.

with the vastness of space A marble-colored star appeared in an arc not far away. It's probably a gimmick from the name Spacetime.

“If you want to meet Michael, you can let me go back and dress as a man.” She turned around and replied.

“So,” I smiled at her. There are no chairs inside the shop. There was only a large, thick, black stone bar table in the middle of the restaurant. When he reached the middle of the table The stone slab above opened. The clear sink moved up. Water flows from the faucet She told me to wash my hands first. I pressed out some liquid soap and washed my entire arm. A clean white towel slid up from the table.

Followed by tall bottles and spray cans. All were white with unfamiliar logos and language. She used a cloth to absorb the water from her arm. Before that, a round chair moved up from the floor. She motioned for me to sit down.

“I'll clean your makeup for you.” Before I could ask, she shook the can in front of me. Take my glasses off. I closed my eyes and something that looked like foam was sprayed in my face. She rubbed it gently with her hands and wiped it off with a cloth. Opening my eyes again, she put on my glasses as usual. The face is light and comfortable. The glasses themselves are clear as if they were newly washed.

It shows that the face cannot be seen. Having said that, the body is probably just as ragged. It would be nice to take a shower.

“The bar table can be turned into a tub. If you want,” she smiled as she walked around behind the bar table.

“Just kidding,” I said. She laughed in response. To say that But the sink, the towel, the tissue paper I used to clean my makeup just now. completely disappeared from the table Can't help but wonder what kind of mechanism this thing has.

“What should I call her?”

“Want to try to guess?”

“Is there a reward?” I asked, thinking to myself how much of a blessing it would be to not be sent home.

"If it's right, you can ask for anything from me."

“That way, if it's wrong. You can ask me for anything. No, I won't bet against anyone's will.”

“Do you want me to do something for you? To think that it is a matter of reluctance.”

“Let's have a cup of coffee, Mizelle.” If the man's name was Michael, the woman's name would be Mizell. I watch you look at me My heart squeezed and pounded, waiting for an answer.

“That's strange,” she put her hand on the counter. A record case slid onto the table. “Or you didn't know this was a lesbian bar.”

“Huh…” I shrieked.

“There is no rule against flirting with the bartender.”

“Oh, so…” I nodded in response. Mizell picked up the record sleeve and showed it to him. The cover image is of a red-haired girl holding a violin with determination in her eyes. The written language is no longer familiar. She looked at me as if asking for my opinion. I nodded. The woman smiled and turned around. Pull the record out of its sleeve and place it on the player.

The long-sleeved shirt she wore had a V-shaped slit in the back that barely reached her waist. String with rope Slim-fitting black slacks accentuate the curve of your hips through a thin waist. I imagine her lifting her arms and lacing them behind her back. It must be sexy.

I swallowed unconsciously. That said, she's a cute girl who meets all my specs. If we had met sooner I might jump and crash. But even thinking like that, this isn't the first time I've met a woman I like. But I never had the courage to flirt with anyone.

“I like women. But I've never had a boyfriend. When Grandma asked when she was getting married So I wondered what I was doing. Have I always been interested in the impossible?” I said. The sound of a violin falling from the ceiling, sweet, elegant, noble, the air on a Bach G-string.

“So it will change the way I feel about women. By focusing on men instead?” Mizel turned around. Big eyes stared defiantly, demanding an answer.

“I just want to make Grandma comfortable. A large family throws off family matters... becomes a sin.”

“I understand.” The woman walked closer. Coffee-making equipment slid onto the table: a kettle, a coffee bag written in an unknown language, a glass, filter paper, a dripper, a hand grinder. She put the kettle on the stove. Holding a matchbox Shake your hands and move your fingers. Flick the sparks and ignite the gas stove like a magician. It has so much charm that you want to keep it for yourself.

“Where are you?” I asked. White-skinned, blue-eyed, probably from Europe. A young woman pinches her fingers and pulls out the sewing string on a coffee bag. The sound of solving scales is a musical note. She shook the coffee beans in the packet and poured them into a porcelain cup. Place it on the digital scale. Once the weight is satisfied, fill it into the grinding cylinder. Close the lid and begin to rotate. The rattling sound of the grinding gears gradually becomes smoother. I closed my eyes and listened to the sound. The nose smelled faintly of ground coffee beans.

The atmosphere invites you to close your eyes, listen to the sounds and smell the scents. Next year I'll be thirty and I won't have a boyfriend. Not having a romantic relationship with anyone The time for sweet dreams is over, isn't it?

“I am a Jupiterian,” Mizell answered. I opened my eyes. Jupiterian. This joke made me smile. It wouldn't hurt to dream a little longer.

“So what are you doing down here in the world?”

“Study the human world. survival of the species Raising a family.” Mizel stopped his hand from the grinder. Open the lid and pour the coffee powder onto the filter paper in the dripper.

“She said this was a lesbian bar.”

“We only have women at Jupiter. A pandemic has hit us almost to the point of extinction. In the end, only women were left. We struggled in that condition to survive as a species without men.” Mizel's eyes were calm. Pain is not like joking.

Steam rose from the kettle. She put out the fire, picked up the kettle's handle and poured boiling water into the dripper to soak the coffee grounds, and left the kettle on the stove. Steam carries the aroma of coffee.

“That way, they would probably want more men to balance things out.”

“Yes, there are people who like worldly men. The hybrid of a Jupiterian and an Earthling is perfectly healthy. And it seems to have immunity to the virus that kills men.” She finished and fell silent. After a moment, he picked up the crow's ear and poured hot water into the dripper. Move your wrist to circle the water. Control not to go too fast. Meticulous and deliberate like I've never seen anyone do.

Coffee drips drop by drop into the small ceramic mug below. Gradually from slow to faster.

“So they're going to try having children with worldly women?”

“That seems a long way away. We have technology that allows women to have children together. But when I made an offer, every couple rejected it.” Mizel pursed her lips in a disappointed smile. She put the kettle on the stove.

I thought about it, even in my dreams I couldn't imagine myself carrying the child I had with a woman.

“It is a very complicated matter for the people of the world. It's not an easy wall to cross. I myself don't even dare to show that I like women."

“But you already told me about your crush on women.”

“That's because you told me this was a lesbian bar.”

“Then use it as a key to break through those walls. Where you want to stop depends on your heart.” Mizel brought the black coffee in a small ceramic mug to a stop in front of him. All the coffee making equipment sank onto the table and disappeared.

A cup of coffee and the warm aroma It becomes another dimension that surrounds the body. It was like if I drank it, everything would just be a dream. I can't, I can't find a reason for myself to pass this wall.

“It's delicious.” I drank the whole glass in one go.

“The fetus is healthy. Mother's blood results showed no problems. Is the dizziness better now?” I swiped left and right, scrolling the tablet screen to see information about mothers coming for prenatal care.

“Since eating breakfast as the doctor recommended. It's not like that anymore.” She nodded again, but I could still see the worry in her eyes.

“It's been 3 months and it's considered safe. Mom needs to take it easy. My friend, too. But if you have any concerns, you can consult a doctor.”

“It's not a matter of concern. It's just that I'm hiding one thing.”

I put down the tablet and gave her a calm nod.

“The doctor will help you listen.”

“So, can I let my girlfriend come in with me?”

Eh, I cried inside. The information said that I was a 20-year-old single mother who had to drop out of university because she was pregnant.

“Yes,” I replied. The young mother pressed the phone and sent a message. Almost immediately, another young woman opened the examination room door. Put on a suit, put on makeup, neatly arrange your visor, and sharpen your eyes. She sat down next to the young pregnant woman and put her hands in hers. Pretends to move his lips to speak but It's like I still can't compose it well.

“Miselle recommended this, right?” I asked.

The two nodded.

I leaned back in the chair. Feeling excited about the phenomenon in front of us Even though he had given up, Mizell's face was still firmly engraved in his memory. Reinforcing me to suffer from nostalgia But today I feel happy. Her symptoms were like that of a little girl receiving a love letter. Her heart was beating fast, her face was hot. My stomach felt dizzy, like there were hundreds of butterflies fluttering inside.

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