This is my last week in Hiroshima.
I took a picture that looked like a photoshoot.
Since it was the last time, I thought he had done all the make-up and hair. It feels like the culmination of a lot of photos taken in October.
It was the first time I had someone do my makeup, and I had his hair done carefully so it wouldn’t fall apart.
However, I didn’t feel happy.
The reason was that the finished figure was different from my usual self and looked like someone I didn’t know.
I was very confused when I saw my face wearing makeup that I had never worn before.
I wasn’t keeping up with how I looked.
We had lunch before shooting.
(We had hamburger steak lunch.)
I was eating face to face with him, so I was sure he could see my face. . . It’s embarrassing for him to see a different side of me…
As if Ojitoole understood my feelings, he spoke to me.