I Ran into My Ex at a Blind Date, Please Let Me Go!

A red sports car speeds past.

Blinding headlights, a deafening roar.

Crash.

Another nightmare.

More precisely, it's a side effect of being reborn.

That's the third time now. Could this be the legendary infinite-flow scenario?

Inside a private booth.

A mature woman taps the table and taunts him: "Want to leave? Drink this."

"Ma'am, I really can't drink."

"Cut the act. Even the little one at my place sneaks drinks."

How heartless. I gave her that little darling, and now this woman is making it drink.

"Do you smoke?"

"No."

"I used to hate the smell of cigarettes most of all, but the person I loved most left me, so I learned to do the thing I hated most."

"You remind me of my ex-boyfriend. How about dating me?"

No way. I still want to live a good long while.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.