Ever since the lingering garlic scent incident, I seem to have received Hurst-san's life.
Whenever I remember it, it feels like my heart is overflowing with something, it was such a scary incident... .... .
I just suddenly remember it even when I'm alone. Scary.
Spending my days like that, right now I came to the head chef's herb garden
"I wonder if mint or rosemary is good"
I am currently squatting down in front of the herb garden while rummaging around it, while wondering what kind of herbs will I pick today.
The greenery that is being illuminated by the morning sunlight is pretty.
Looking at the verdant and thick greenery, I couldn't help but feel at ease and my heart calming down.
The expression of Hurst-san overflowing with seductiveness is being replaced by the herbs.
The green and white pattern of the pineapple mint.
The pretty green of the peppermint
And the pointed (spiky) sharpness of the rosemary.
As long as you removed a certain part from it, each of their fragrance will airily waft.
"a....I'm being healed..."
The pineapple mint's sweet and refreshing fragrance.
The peppermint's cool like fragrance.
And the rosemary's peculiarity, with just a small quantity an impactful fragrance can spread.
"... ...I wish it was a day like this today"
THAT didn't have to happen during the time when I used garlic for cooking.
If it was like today when my hand is enveloped by a refreshing fragrance, when he kis―― .