'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Phil was working on that cup with his accustomed hand.

But the truth is, I was even surprised by his unpredictable moves.

I only gave Phil 'Kalua' once. Besides, I've only ever taught a cocktail called [Kalua Milk] by name.

In other words, at this stage Phil has never had a cocktail that he could have had, or even made.

Even so, he is working with tequila in a sure move.

The glass provided is a tumbler...... prepare one standard size glass and wipe gently with a clean cloth.

Then he crouched in, took the ice from the freezer, and removed the milk from the fridge.

He then opened the stocker under the bottle shelf and selected the brown bottle, which was still in the prototype stage.

Hold the glass with your left hand and cleverly fill the ice with a tong held in your right hand.

If that's done, open the brown bottle of cork so that it turns in the palm of your hand. Turning to the mouth of the bottle to the major cup, the trout black liquid was poured loosely.

The amount is… 40 ml. They refrained from adventure around there, but I also think they have good taste in it.

Phil sends the finished measure cup back to the washroom, not to the glass with the water strained. That's right, too.

A major cup or bar spoon, an instrument used to make a cocktail, is returned to a container with water strained rather than washed every time, and washed in a lightly laundered way.

Of course, if you want to be perfect, you should wash it every time (maybe even if you wash it together), but that would take too long.

If you use it to some extent or if the water comes warm from what you were putting it out there, it is the way you are in business to keep it in shape by replacing the water each time.

Even in that case, when speaking of greed, care is taken to minimize the impact by separating the major cups used for liqueur and spiritual systems.

However, exceptions also exist.

One of the exceptions is if you use ingredients with high sugar content that cannot be cleaned sufficiently with water to degrees of relaxation.

And 'Karua' applies to this exception.

Trolley liquids do not fall easily with water. Even if it falls more and more, so sweet a liquid also has a strong influence on the water.

At a stage where the water for immediate use has a palpable flavour, the water is no longer in use.

So if you use 'Kahlua', you should send it to the washing area immediately and wash it thoroughly.

And I can say the same thing about 'milk'.

Phil pours' Carua 'into the glass and adds milk. If you add bright white liquid to the burnt brown liquid and stir it with a bar spoon, the liquid changes quickly to a cloudy, light brown as you see it.

After seeing the flavor lightly, the stirred bar spoon too. Phil goes to the washroom.

The milk itself cannot be washed away with water, but I want you to imagine what happens to the water when you wash the cup after drinking the milk. If you knew, you would also understand what it means to thoroughly wash the appliances that handle milk.

And the finished cocktail, Phil offered in front of the cravel.

Cravel looks at Phil with a slightly distracted look on his face, but Phil says with a confident Nico smile.

"[Karua Milk]. It's a great cocktail with coffee flavors wrapped in milk softness."

There is no escape.

Yes, Krabel, in the enlightened wind, had closed his eyes for the first time.

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The glass offered in front of the cravel was filled with only a little brown liquid when it came to milky white.

If you believe what he just said in front of you, this contents will mean a mixed beverage of 'bitter coffee' and 'soft milk'.

Earlier I said it was glorious, but Cravel hated bitter drinks.

Black tea can still stand it. But when it comes to coffee, it no longer crosses the boundaries of patience.

If you look at the colour of the liquid, you can see that there is a large proportion of milk, but still a small amount of black liquid was poured, which was creepy.

And most importantly, Cravel doesn't have a habit of liquor.

What comes to mind is the unbearable bitterness of 'Yale', which I once licked.

Assuming that bitterness is equivalent to that bitterness in the black liquid earlier...... I don't think it will change into a delicious drink at how much milk is mixed.

"Go ahead, sir. Because I think it's perfect for you."

Phil speaks calmly to Cravel, who is cruising in front of the glass.

Hearing that, Cravel looks up to her temperament.

"Well, I understand, Master Phil. But can you please immerse yourself in the emotion that you've made for me so often?"

Cold sweat creaks through Cravel's back as he smiles at the silver-haired young man in front of him.

I can't do this forever more than I have eyes from around me.

"Okay, I'll take it."

When Cravel was ready, he carried the glass to his mouth.

What comes from the glass is the aroma of coffee that gives it a distinct bitterness, a bit of a scorching odor.

She unconsciously closed her eyes and mouthed the liquid to lick it with her tongue tip.

"... ah"

Surprised. To its' sweetness' spread across the tongue.

I accidentally got a voice because I reacted reflexively to a different flavor than I imagined.

"May I help you?

"Yes, no"

As the bartender in front of him felt a gentle grin on his face, Cravel once again firmly contained its liquid in his mouth.

The softness of a well chilled milk envelops the tongue. The flavor of coffee spreads as it rolls over its white veil.

The flavour was surprisingly sweet along with the depth of the coffee like richness.

I just put how much sugar in the coffee, and this isn't going to happen.

Same with milk.

But what about this sweetness?

I mixed a little coffee in the milk and it seemed to melt the sugar in there without a product.

I don't think that stuff tastes good at all.

It should be, but the gentle flowing sweetness mesmerizes Cravel's tongue to heart.

The magic of coffee spread across your mouth penetrates through your throat from inside your mouth to the back of your stomach.

She was wholeheartedly welcoming the depth of flavor not found in milk now, when she should not have understood what was good about coffee.

Fluffy, smooth, amazingly sweet, and then very fragrant.

Another bite, another bite. A light brown coffee experience slowly crosses Cravel's mind.

Something called coffee, I'm sure it is.

It's never just bitter, just not sour.

Isn't the comfort of being swallowed by a flood of flavor, sensually shaking the taste buds in your tongue, the depth of your coffee?

Cravel was led by a magical cocktail.

When I realized it, I drank up that cup with goku and great momentum.

and spit out a sweet aftertaste. Nature and cheeks are broken.

Aware of that childish trick, I accidentally put my hand on my cheek and realized that the young man in front of me was staring at Nico and Cravel.

"How about that? A little, maybe too bitter. Something that is still in the prototype stage…"

The silver-haired young man waiting for Cravel's thoughts said so and winked lightly.

The young man prepared this cup for me, I knew what it meant.

He sheltered himself.

I made sure that I didn't have to be ashamed of myself.

As soon as I become aware of it, I feel happy and childish at the same time.

With terrible shame stirred up, Cravel nonetheless replied.

"... right. It may be a little bitter, but it tastes just fine to me. Thank you very much."

"I'm afraid."

If you feel his generosity, wasting it is rudeness.

If you've got a good look, I'll put it through to the end.

I thought that was at least a reward for the prince (Phil).

"It was a pleasure. Thank you so much."

"No, thank you for this one. Would you like a change?

"I'd love the same thing, please."

In front of Cravel, the silver-haired bartender thanked him with great pleasure, loosening his rightful face.

Cravel's love heart, which should have burned from the beginning, rises to a point where there is absolutely nothing he can do about it.

I still couldn't tell Cravel if that was because of the 'drunkenness' I was experiencing for the first time in my life.

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After drinking [Karua Milk], Cravel's attitude toward Phil changed.

Until then, she was like a girl floating in a dream story, but then she looked at Phil happily with a cautious attitude ahead.

Until then, the sparkling momentum subsided, and she drank the change carefully.

And she left the store immediately, besides her thoughts.

"I'll see you again. I really wanted to get the business conversation going right away, but I changed my mind. I would like to know a little better about this store now."

"Yeah, that would help."

She turned back gracefully after giving a gentle thank you to me as I sat beside her. Right behind her there are about two men who seem to have come to bring her back.

"Please don't look so scared. I apologize firmly to your father."

"... is that true, young lady?

"True."

The men are confused by Cravel's extraordinary demeanor.

I still don't know what's going on around her well, but I can guess.

She is the only daughter of an up-and-coming chamber of commerce. I am anxious to be recognized by my father, my daughter, who has just welcomed me into adulthood, has become grumpy when she finds a seed that is likely to succeed.

A father who craved it and a daughter who wants to be recognized even in the wild.

The result is not a positive attack, come to the store tonight.

... What about that prediction?

"I'm going to drop you off!

Cravel made the payment and left the store untrained.

Phil was worried about Cravel, who had suddenly grown up, and left to drop her off outside the store.

"............ I wonder what"

"What?

Suey squeaked at me like I was talking to myself.

Still, she looks like she doesn't drink enough water, but she'll be recovering as much functionality as a daily conversation.

"No. Dear Phil at first. Dear Phil, you said... just blurry views from the middle of nowhere... was there something cold about that earlier?

That's my question.

Even though it was a cravel that seemed to push and push, talking to Phil from the middle of nowhere was going to get me started.

Well, because of that, I don't have to suck on her anymore, either, but it's weird.

I don't think Phil's response was a failure. Why, she suddenly lost so much interest in Phil?

"I don't think so."

"Wow, don't."

Asking what I think of that, Sui narrows her eyes a little and pokes my cheek with her index finger.

Sally, who was out to clean up the counter, poked me, too, as I turned my back and ran away.

"... I think it's what the general says all the time."

"You too, don't... and me?

What I always say......

What is it?

About cocktails, about customer service, about mindset, about caring….

"Honestly, I don't know which one because I always say all sorts of things"

"Can't help it."

"Mr. President."

When I answered clearly, both Suey and Sally said so in discouraged voices.

But the color of the eyes was just a little different.

Sally's eyes, for as long as she expected from me, felt dismayed.

But Sui's eyes, somewhere more than that, seemed to worry me.

... Are you out of your mind?

"Really, how can the total be so?"

"Don't sound like a weird philosophy."

At the end of the day, Rye spoke to me in passing.

She still has a frightened look, too, but tells me the core thing.

"You know what, you just got more fond of Phil in an earlier cup. I'm just starting to think about Phil's feelings so he doesn't get annoyed."

Poke and poke and time like a wooden fish in your head for a while.

Eventually, the change in her response led to an answer.

".................. Oh, I see"

"Really. 'Cause it's only weird and dull in vain"

Rye slapped me in the head one last time and then went back to work.

I was rubbing my head, feeling the clarity with which one mystery was beautifully connected.

Then, without any particular major trouble, Phil and Sally's first two sales came to an end.

I dare to raise a small case, and today Guinura heard rumors from somewhere that I wouldn't stand at the counter, that she would show up at the store.

A man who really doesn't learn great, but it was only funny the moment he noticed me sitting on the counter and turned pale in the face.

Most afterwards, from the moment Mr. Rasquil, who saw Guinura, gave his tongue with Peroli, he was to buy Guinura time to escape, very unwillingly, thus limitless negative in Pramai.

Ms. Rasquil herself came home with the impetus to grow horns on her head before closing, grabbed the root by Trias, the butler.

But stop using gold coins for payments. You can't fish.

After that, Phil, Sally, and I did the three of us a reflection on today's sales.

The two of them looked a little tired, but confidently told me.

We haven't yet, but still, we need to try and protect them as long as I'm away.

After that, I had time to get squeezed by Mr. Oyaji.

And just finishing the closing job, about going home while thanking Bergamo for even apologizing to Mr. Oyaji on my behalf.

Along the way, I said.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I think I left something at the store."

When I heard what I said, the two faces of the Vermut family I was home with, Phil and Sally, looked stunned.

"What? I just closed it, but it's not tight."

"I'm sorry, Rye. But I forgot my wallet. I'm a little worried about boulders."

I show nothing in my nose. Mr. Oyaji, after sighing, smacked me in the head with a lightly shaken hand.

"Damn it, sag it."

"I'm sorry. You can go home."

I bow my head, break up with everyone and move in the opposite direction.

There is no such thing as a distance from home. But I'm even a little drunk.

I walked with a light drunken awakening and looking up at the sky.

A white, big moon was staring at me.

I felt like a night like this happened some time ago.

That day, Sui was pissed off at Mr. Oyaji, and I was home with Phil, Sally and the three of us.

After that, Trias attacked me and I met Mr. Rasquil for the first time, and it was a dark night of sorts.

But that wasn't all.

of such a thick night, marked the beginning of the

"Hey. Good evening."

It was such a good passing woman's voice.

"... good evening"

"Yeah. Even today, the moon is beautiful. I don't think so, total."

He stared at the woman who called me the 'total' casually.

She's a beautiful woman.

The moonlighted skin is incredibly white. The nose stands out and is like a doll who followed the beauty.

Stunning proportions, also in shape, as if packed with a man's ideals.

And the smooth, stretched white, long hair catches my eye.

"Do you remember me? You have a bad memory, don't you?

"Who told you that? I look like this, and I have a good professional memory."

I called the woman by her name as I let her get a little angry over a terrible misunderstanding.

"Good evening, Trice"

"Yeah. Good evening, total. I'm glad you remember."

"That's a big deal."

That's what I thought, but Trice's joy was natural.

I thought I was having a cropped grin, but just because I remembered her name turns into a very natural grin.

"Want to come to the store? I wanted to ask you something."

"Is that good? It's time to close now, isn't it?

"With the owner's authority, you can always open it."

Tris nodded at my words.

Today, it's not over.