As a middle-aged researcher with a water otter as his prone-spiritual, code-named "Otter," he removed his tie and took off his suit.
Carrying a unique air of defeatism only found in middle-aged corporate drones, he actively grabbed the arm of Russell, whom he greatly respected.
With a bit of trepidation and inexplicable confidence and pride, they headed to the deepest room in the research facility... It felt like taking a highly respected boss to one's favorite little-known store.
It looked like a small bar, with wooden L-shaped long tables and warm lighting, and the counter had many bottles of liquor on display. The space was very cramped, about only ten square meters.
And Bubble-30 was like a bartender girl, skillfully picking up several bottles on the other side of the bar.
"A color temperature of 2400 K can give a warm and relaxing feeling… just like being at home,"
The girl smiled and explained to Russell, then confidently asked, "What would you like to drink?"
