'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Ho, glass and knob"

While I'm at it, I still can't move. I'll hand them to Sally. She sat on the right hand side of the table, looking from the entrance to the room, behaving properly.

"Wait in line. I'll get some wine."

"Yes, I understand."

Even if I told you to line up, it's not one big plate so there was no coordination or anything. Basically, it's not a mistake in Don in the center.

In the end, I prepared a slice of cheese for the knob. I don't know much about cheese, so it was recommended by the store people. What I just hung up on is definitely Cheddar and Gorda.

Make sure she accepts, go back to the kitchen once, and prepare a bottle of wine and a cork drain. Wine is quite a good price red. It's not as fancy as it sounds though.

The wine just opens and returns to the table again with only a bottle.

I accidentally leaked my voice when I saw the placement of the glass that Sally arranged for me.

"Ah."

"Huh? Is something wrong?

The glass was placed across the table to pair.

When I used to drink just like Ibuki Torisu, the glass was set aside to be next door, so that somehow seemed to be the standard.

A table is arranged so that the sides are connected to each other as a square.

Rather, I think it would be better even in the present state.

"Sally. Should we face each other? You shouldn't be nervous with each other."

"... Oh, I was..."

As I pointed out, Sally leaked her voice like a hack.

Even a bar counter can tell you, people don't like to talk to each other unexpectedly.

It seems easy for both sides to get weirdly nervous or have conflicting opinions when they talk straight at each other face to face.

And the bartender basically doesn't stand directly in front of the customer.

When a bartender stands directly in front, it will give the customer a considerable sense of intimidation. But then you can't relax.

It is fundamental to stand diagonally forward and converse about two minutes apart.

It can be applied at any time. For example, it is easier to sit at a table without being aware of each other, because it is easier to sit diagonally than sitting face to face.

For example, when you want to take your gaze off the target, etc., you have to deliberately take your gaze off the target directly in front of it. If that's the neighboring side, you just have to look forward.

Comparing the two, I think I can somehow tell the difference in impressions they get.

and this is the recipient and seller of what was taught during the bartender years. I wasn't aware of that when I was drinking with Torisu Ibuki at home.

It is also the horrible thing about that woman that was doing the area naturally.

I'll move the glass a little. Sally on the right hand side and the kitchen on the back. There is no particular profound point in this.

When I put up the bottle, Sally claims she pours it. but I'm the one who invited you today. I wholeheartedly declined and poured about half into her glass.

Then I just poured it into my glass, too, and wipe the mouth of the bottle with a beautiful cloth towel. After I was ready, I finally sat down and reached for the glass.

"Well, today... right. Let's toast to getting through the day safely."

"Or cheers."

I'm concerned that Sally's voice is hard, but now it's good.

I paired the glass with the kachili, and Sally and I put our mouths on the wine.

Grapey, fruity acidity and aroma. Moreover, the sweet tannins characteristic of red wine spreads comfortably across the tongue. I just did that, and it's not bad.

I can't tell you exactly where the difference is between tasty and unsavory wine. However, in experience, unsavory wines are difficult to drink and tasty wines are easy to drink.

From that point of view, this guy would go in easier enough to drink. The only wine I have difficulty drinking is a bite, and I start thinking about making it a cooking drink ahead of me.

"Fair enough. What do you think?"

…………

"Sally?"

"... Huh? Oh, yes! It's delicious."

If I spoke again, she said in a hurry like she noticed hah.

After all, I am very nervous. I don't think she's the same person who makes rambling thread jokes to customers at the store.

When I was impressed the other way around, did you rush for my lack of response? Sally praised the wine by trying to overlap.

"Ho, really such a delicious wine, I've never had one!

"That's too much to say, no matter what you think. Think about your parents' house."

"Ugh."

When I was stunned, Sally roared like she had been exposed to the stars.

Though I tend to forget, she is a raw young lady who grew up in an environment I can't imagine in the first place. I don't know if vampires have this drinking age, but at least the best wine I've ever had is hard to imagine coming out here.

Sally then, after stuffing the words with, uh, blushing and telling the truth.

"... I'm nervous and I don't know what it tastes like."

The silver-haired girl, who turned red on her cheeks and leaned down slightly as if she were soggy, is a little wonderful.

Dropped glossy silver hair to hide your shy face. Watching the flickering and me in it, shamefully moistened eyes.

Even in formal outfits at work, the modus operandi makes you feel condensed and feminine.

If I hadn't been me, I could have been driven by lust and attacked. That's about it, I realize she has a neat look.

But now I'm her senior, and today I invited her in that position. Can there be mistakes?

"Well, let's start by relieving that tension."

"... Ugh"

If you don't, even though you're alone because of it, you won't be able to satisfy your apprentice's concerns either.

Nevertheless, what is the matter?

If it's pre-sales, for example, we put it back on her pace by properly making fun of it and pissing it off, but if we do it now, it won't lead us ahead.

Or so I just moved to abandon the woman, and that doesn't move me forward. No, go ahead, but if they go that way, I'm in trouble.

Then, uh, smart behavior doesn't come to me with a puff.

Damn. With all the experience I've had, can't you even hear the troubles of one disciple?

"Um, Mr. General?

When I'm worried, Sally, who is different from usual, calls out modestly.

"What's up?

"... Today, why did you invite me?

…………

To her question, I kept my mouth shut.

It's like expecting something, but with your head, you know it's not. And even though I know that, it seems like I'd be glad if that were the case.

Such a shaky, watery emotional movement can be seen in her eyes.

My chest hurts a little. But my head doesn't hurt.

I picked a slice of cheese instead of answering and shoved it into Sally's mouth.

"Muggle?"

"Eat cheese and drink wine. It's a combination I've always enjoyed."

…………

"I think the idea of a good drink really has been going on for a long time."

That's what I said, and I never set my sights on her.

I was looking forward, not Sally.

To the extent that it only makes sense, I think Sally and I have a deeper relationship.

Turning to Chirali, Sally swallowed the cheese and contained the wine.

"... ha. Before the cocktail idiot, the sobriety idiot."

I don't think her nervousness has completely dissolved. Still, I think it's gotten a lot better.

Her sigh-minded words. There's Sally as a junior when she's always standing in line at the counter.

I gave Sally a lecture at my usual pace while relieving her a little.

"I'm rude with alcoholic idiots. Cooking well, cooking well, drinking well, has been the theme of people for a long time."

"Yes, sir. I knew it, but I knew it."

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to talk to Mr. Oyaji and explore the best combination of cooking and cocktails next time."

…………

That's crazy. I thought I was finally back to my usual condition, and now Mr. Sally's eyes are losing more and more light.

But because it's a dining bar format, we should be more active in exploring a variety of dishes and liquor combinations, not just dry ones. That is also the subject of my constant debate with Mr. Oyaji.

That's how Sally fits when it's okay to know, so I'm like, 'Did this guy call you to tell me that story?' Eyes like that are weird - don't be.

No, no. That's not what we were talking about.

"That means leave it now"

"Yes."

Sally's voice is stiff, like hot iron cooled rapidly.

I'm not nervous and stiff, the temperature is low and stiff.

I really coughed up and included a bite of wine. Besides enjoying the taste, alcohol also has the power to lighten a person's mouth a little.

Here, I can't help but delude myself with Udauda. I flew away and asked her what I had to ask her first.

"Something bothering you lately about bartenders?

Asked about it, Sally neither affirms nor denies it.

It was just a vague, subtle look that couldn't be taken as a smile or a cry.