77 days aphasia

It is 21st of May. Just passed seven thirty. The sky above her head is fumed dark blue and smooth cool winds are bringing summer.

She just came back to her parents house from her so-complicaded boyfriend's flat.
"This weekend was good. Had a good drinking, dancing and shagging nite."
She spent time with her french boy friend over the weekend in Fukuoka. As she was working as a bartender, she was not able to go out on friday to sunday and also national holidays. So it was so refreshing night. The bar she went was full of foreigners and a few Japanese and almost of them are gay.
That night, she was so happy because she felt her boyfriend could be an honest man and could be good man. There are two kind of person to her, one is easy to see what they are, another one is hiding their real feeling which is difficult to digout. Unfortuantlly or fourtunatlly, this french boy friend is last one and she crushed on him.

Priface

There is a woman sitting down on a chair in an ordnary flat and gazing at smoke flowing up in the middle of air. Her fingers feel cool winds with Japanes-rainy season's humid air. It is the such a lonely sence that she had not had for long while.
She, who is twenty three years old, came back to a home town from London after graduating the college. She was going to look for a job and planning to go back to England and her english ex-boyfriend but she decided to work as an bartender for the tiny city's bar. Four days per week and seven to six o'clock morning she worked. The point is that is not permanent job for her.

The story begin with when a man walked into her bar at the end of April.
The life would not get any better than this.