From the moment I met her earlier, she was staring at me to stare at me.
Back in the year, I wonder. I think I'm around twenty. Maybe younger. I'm just as impressed as a college student.
Men flocking to beauty and a woman smiling slightly annoyingly at it. The sight overlapped with the view I saw one day.
I was still in Japan, not even a bartender.
Ha, and sigh in my heart.
I didn't ask you as a word, but would it be polite to help if you were asked to help so much? I'm sure, if it was Ibuki, you wouldn't allow me to abandon her here.
I decided to use my current position after simulating appropriately in my head.
Instead of acknowledging, I nod back to her only once.
He then quietly approached the flourishing spot and said in a voice passing a little.
"Excuse me. Ma'am, I'm here to get you a drink."
When I heard my voice, the men who were stuck in women turned to me all the time.
Rosemary instantly realizes what I'm trying to say, and, alas, she speaks up deliberately and smiles at the men in the crowd.
"I'm sorry. That's what I'm saying, so I won't allow you to dance."
"Ha, yes... If so, just after drinking..."
"Don't say that. There are still many attractive women on this occasion. Please, forget about me."
That's all I tell you, Rosemary starts walking toward the counter with Stasta.
I saluted the men who were left behind and then went back to the counter.
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When I get inside the counter, Rosemary, who looks like she was waiting for me, still smiles nicely and sits silently.
"... was that an extra favor?
"... no"
I was anxious to ask, but they don't.
"If so, was there anything you couldn't get to?
"... no. Just, yeah. Can I ask you a favor?
"Huh."
If that's what I can do, I'll wait for her.
After taking a little deep breath, she said.
"It's good in a few moments. Could you keep me inside the counter?
"... uh, that's"
I was a little confused by her demands like a stuffed feather.
Emotionally, it's 'Nashi' who puts all the outsiders inside the counter.
Sometimes it's simply out of the way. But more than that, I find it tempting to show the 'work' part to customers who forget to work and relax in a space called the bar.
Once upon a time I had a customer to help me out without really having enough washing hands at an event, but I was so sorry.
And then simply, resistance to letting in people you don't know in your territory?
But once I see her face now, my smile is pretty stiff.
If I said I didn't like it, it seemed like my smile would collapse and I would cry on the spot.
After a few rounds, I sighed once more just in my heart and then smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I did. It's special, right?
For once, I pushed just in case I didn't do this to anyone, and then I invited her inside the counter.
She lowers her head pecking at the words, peeking around and then sliding into the counter.
I thought, suddenly, I sat down in that corner.
The counter gets in the way and you can't find her from afar, it's such a positioning.
That's when she collapsed the smile she was making, with a more tired look on her face.
And look sharply at me.
"... what are you looking at"
"... no"
Beauty, whose smile until earlier is like a lie, presumably rosemary, says in a risky tone.
"... why didn't you help me sooner"
"Again, I think I helped you pretty soon."
"If a beauty like me is in trouble, it would be polite to go in and help without one or two"
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"Well, do you advertise that Miss Rosemary is here aloud"
"Come on! Hey!
A little, or rather frustrating. When I was so blurred, Rosemary clung desperately to my feet.
I smile like a noodle at it, and then I tell it in a voice with no temperature.
"Can you let me go"
"Hey, what are you thinking!?
Rosemary looks up at me as I turn pale.
I gave her a grin and a grin.
"No. I didn't think I'd be able to cheat on the kind and action I took. I'm not saying thank you, but I thought you might have one or two of the attitudes you deserve."
"Wow, I'm sorry! Thanks for the help!
Apparently, he thought it would be better to apologize to me for not knowing anyone than to be thrown out into this venue again.
Speaking of what happened as a result, the woman, known as Rosemary, is now crouching inside a special counter.
I'd like to say that the dress is dirty or that sitting on the ground before then is not behaving well, but it didn't seem like you could ask me where I said it.
"In the first place, it's not really polite to be a man of the world. Gentlemen, I don't think you can care enough not to speak up because I don't want to dance."
"That's right."
"In the first place, you've never spoken to me before. What's 'I wanted to see you'? I've never wanted to see you guys."
"I understand."
"This is why I don't like parties. Really, why are you looking at me like this?"
"It's hard, isn't it?"
So, right now I was hammering the right gavel on Rosemary, who was having a mysterious grudge inside the counter.
Rosemary shrinks when guests come and shuts me up so I can't find her, otherwise I'm endless stupidity.
Depends on how much mistrust springs in me about an institution called the Chartress Demon House.
"... hey you. Are you listening?"
"I'm listening. Beauty is tough."
"It is. Besides, when the house is rich and you have magic talent like me, the elephants come by already... yes,"
"Hmm? What's wrong?
"Nothing"
The tone I was proud of along the way is a little cloudy.
But I don't particularly poke that trigger. Just a little bit, there was air to be vigilant about it, but it fit right in.
She asks me, crouched, if she feels comfortable saying what she wants to say.
"Speaking of which, you. I didn't hear your name."
"Oh. Right."
I was me, and I wasn't even going to pinch my mouth on her, so I was snorting.
Crouch in the counter, gaze at her, then name her.
"I call myself Evening Mist Total"
"... sooo..."
She shrugged to chew my name carefully.
So, again, she looked around the inside of the counter with a chill. In lined glasses, refrigerators, empty bottles, etc.
It's roughly not common, but there's all the gear you need as a potion store.
How she finally figured out where she had escaped into.
And right after that, he opens his eyes and stuffs them at me.
"You. What's the name of this store?
"... it's a potion shop in Sui"
"... I see, you are"
She nodded there, three times, convincingly.
Just a little bit, I feel like I've been hiding information and I feel like I've done something wrong.
But she smiled a little chilly, she named herself.
"Then I'll name you too. My name is Rosemary Merriastel. Remember."
"Yes, thank you"
Rosemary named herself after you.
And she looks straight at me with her zombie, willy eyes, with a big attitude.
That's right. I first thought it was similar to Sui's, that gaze.
"Listen, Soo. I'm here to see you."
"… to yourself, is it"
"That's right. Sui... what is that kid doing now? I'll let you know."
It's a little rambling to call it an order.
But she had a strange charm that didn't make her think it was disrespectful.
Is it okay to say that you are?
"You made" Old Potion "- and" Cocktail ". I'll give you a full taste."
The kind of gaze that explores me in grandeur.
On the other side of me, it's like watching Sui.
I loosen my face all the time against her and make her laugh.
"Yes, sir."
That interaction is more about that as a bartender and a guest.
of rivals measuring each other's strength. It seemed to
Well, if you dare to raise your dissatisfaction.
Are you saying these words, both kneeling in?
I don't like it.