'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

Sally stands in the kitchen and asks me.

"May I open it?

"Mmm. Don't hesitate."

Get permission before you open a person's home refrigerator. This may be normal.

Yet it made me feel a little fresh to be asked that.

Set aside my thoughts like that, Sally opens the fridge in my room. Materials kept at optimal temperatures by the magic of water and wind were lined with narrow areas.

"Wine, carbonated drinks, water, juices of all kinds, that and glasses. Lime, on lemon...... dry stuff"

He speaks softly of the contents of my refrigerator, then shuts the door once and Sally looks at me worryingly.

"The general is going to make a bar in this room, too?

"No, that one. When you don't have to worry about eating, there's bound to be a limited amount of stuff to put in."

"Me, I think the Iberis fridge is groundbreaking. This is a little."

Sally's face was just a little cramped.

No, even I used to put proper food in when I lived in Japan.

Especially when you're doing bartenders, they're basically thin salaries, and it costs money to study alcohol, so you have to refrain from wasting as much as possible.

Self-catering is fundamental when it comes to it, but there was no supermarket in the neighborhood that was open on the way home. I don't even feel like going away after work, so I get up early and can't buy it.

Inevitably, the contents of the refrigerator are food and cocktail ingredients, a critical formation game.

I don't have to worry about eating if that's my current living environment.

Inevitably, when it comes to entering, it becomes an ingredient for alcohol.

... What a gap answer.

"But with all this, you're going to be able to make anything."

There's no way you could hear my brain excuse like that, and Sally was worried about putting the fridge in front of her.

The look on Sally's face I said, I see a slight anxiety in her determination.

I would be hiding it from you during the sales, it seems that you are showing a stray into cocktails.

"Sally. What are you thinking now?

When asked, Sally looks down to think a little. Do you recall the contents of the refrigerator?

Then choose the words carefully and put them out in your mouth with a snack.

"I don't know what to put out."

"Right."

"... May I ask? What to make now"

In this situation, wouldn't it piss me off if I heard that? I knew exactly what you were thinking.

I smile back softly, intentionally, at her anxious look.

"You bet. This is not a test or anything. I didn't even tell you to make it fast. I hope you don't have to think hard about it. Everything's a challenge."

Her bad consciousness must be blunting her feelings for cocktails.

I don't know what to make. Turn around, I don't know what they like. When that happens, they tend to flee without difficulty, slowing growth.

If you want to make a good cocktail, you just have to try it.

"But it's different to say a challenge or something and make a weird combination. Then it's just gonna be a bad cocktail."

Ever since I said that, I occasionally put a nail to a combination that Sally makes originally, like a yakeshit.

The Darkless Challenge makes no one happy.

"But that's why even if you just make [daikiri], you have no choice."

"That's not true. Differences arise even in the same [daikiri]. You just have to ask. Syrup of [Daikiri], for example. Because there are tens of thousands of people who prefer less."

"But Phil..."

Phil didn't hear that, did he? And you want to go on.

Indeed, Phil doesn't often ask such details, especially about regular people. And because I watch Phil like that, sometime Sally stopped having to ask that too.

And the only difference between the two cocktail evaluations remains.

"Phil, he's just not listening, he's watching."

"What do you mean?

"If a customer asks for the same cocktail, I adjust the ratio and stuff just a little bit and I'm always looking for a place that looks like the best look"

Where the same cocktail is made, the slight difference between Phil and Sally leads to a stack of cocktail ratings.

Phil observes well the look on the customer's face when he drinks a cocktail so that he doesn't find out. And when I find the point here, I'll go with it later.

Once you know where it is, you can then adjust the flavor to refer to it. That's not just the flavour ratio, but the same thing about the strength of the shake, the strength of the carbonation, the preference for shades, etc.

Continue with that, Phil has been flexible enough to make the perfect cup for his opponent's taste.

"So they say Phil's cocktails are delicious"

"... I am"

"Nothing, it's not that Sally's bad. Phil's probably just imitating me and noticing there."

That's Phil polished technology, so it's hard to tell Sally to do it now. I just refined how much technology, and if I don't figure that out in the end, it won't work right away.

The big difference is there, more than the technical difference.

But instead, there's something she's been polishing, too. Look, if you don't understand, you just have to ask.

"But Sally, unlike Phil, has been talking to customers, right? You just have to take advantage of that and ask. Maybe a little sweeter."

"... can you tell me?

"It's up to you to tell me. If anyone can drink it, it tastes good. It's mean of you not to be asked about your taste preferences and not to answer them, who gets them?

If it's a more formatted store, it could be disrespectful.

But we're not that strict. Of course it tastes like a cocktail, but it's best if you enjoy it purely.

The customer enjoys it, likes the cocktail, and spreads it around a little bit. I think that cycle is the best.

In the process, what evil could it be to ask preferences in order to make them more enjoyable?

"It's practice today. I'll answer anything. You just have to ask the right questions."

"So..."

Then I decided to hang out with her cocktail practice.

She asked me what kind of cocktail I wanted to drink, and because of this, I assumed it was [Daikiri].

Have it made normally at first. It naturally tastes standard if made according to the recipe. Never tastes bad.

But I won't let it end there. I prefer a little harder. That's what Sally would be aware of if I told her that.

The amount of syrup decreases and the overall sourness becomes stronger.

Closer to my taste than just now, but still a little different. Ambiguously, Sally worries.

Still, Sally won't give up. Seeing as I've switched to vague expressions, I try to determine my preferences with her own senses, without using words like lime, syrup, etc.

There were strange expressions along the way that made me laugh, like a shudder, a hobby, but she was shy and serious.

The prototype overlaps while listening to her words, nodding at times, and sometimes returning denials.

And after a few glasses of [Daikiri], I snorted and laughed at him.

"It's the best you've ever had."

"Is it true!?

"Oh. It's not as bad as Phil made it"

To my words, Sally smiled like a flower blossomed.

Unlike Phil, she's not really used to having her cocktail complimented. So the joy will be all alone.

I'm also happy with her delightful expression, but at the end of the day, I have to say something.

I saw a glass of [Daikiri] lined up on the spot, and then I told Sally.

"I'm lining up here, you made it all, but you know what the difference is?

"Hmm? Of course."

Suddenly Sally tastes one glass at a time in the face of what.

Line up the [daikiri] with only a small amount of syrup and about 1 ml of difference, and Sally has nothing to worry about.

Lined side-by-side on the table, Sally let me say confidently.

"From the left, the amount of syrup is in order of being small"

"Don't get it."

"That's about it, of course."

Heh heh, I'll say a little doya face back to Sally, and I'll say pissy.

"But. If you try to be a customer, that's not natural. How can anyone tell the difference in this trace amount of syrup if there is one in a hundred"

Phil and Sally have a sharp taste, even from me. Maybe there's a racial problem involved: vampires.

But ordinary people are different. No one can tell the difference between 1 ml in syrup.

"But. Even if you don't know, it's for everyone to say if it's somehow right for their taste. I don't know, I like it and I don't like it. It's our job to look for that for you. Remember that."

…………

"If you forget that, you'll be late for Phil."

Sally nodded as she engraved my last words into her heart.

Difficult cocktails, for example, taste just like recipes if they are made exactly as they are. Because we all practice knowing it's difficult, technical differences are hard to make.

What makes the difference in such a situation is how do you think about their preferences? I think it's delicious, one step out of technology.

"Oh, my God. You said something great even though I haven't. Bad."

"No, thank you for today"

"Don't thank me. This is what I've been up to. And vice versa."

At the end of the day, I laugh too.

Of course, we're not going to lose to the two of us yet in technology, but these aspects aren't really weird whenever they get pulled out.

Anyway, I must still be the new American bartender myself. I can't tell you how my mouth is ripped that I know all about my customers' feelings.

I'll take another cup lined up at the table. I thought I was the best, less syrup [daiquiri].

"But you guys are doing really well. In the first place, you can't go to another store to study in this world."

Even though I've neglected to educate myself, I felt there was such an aspect to it.

In this world, bartenders are only here. It is not possible in this world to study in other stores, which was commonly done when I was in Japan.

If so, you must be more conscious and see how your apprentice is doing. Forget it, I'm totally disqualified as a master.

Soon, Sally, sitting back next to me, asks me as she grabs the wine she still had left.

"... did the general also teach you this sort of thing from people?

"That's right. Especially since I'm so skilled. I was stuck as soon as I knew. So I had drinks at various stores, asked seniors, and that's what I came by."

It is difficult to say that the most technical bias has healed, but it would have been somewhat better.

I feel like I forgot to tell her the most important thing I ever taught my senior. I've told you a few times how close I am to it, but I didn't tell you that clearly.

This is my opportunity, so I'll end up with that one last word.

"Sally. If you want to make a good cocktail, like a cocktail"

"... do you like it?

"So. cocktails are themselves. You shouldn't be scared of cocktails. No matter what anyone tells you, you're the only one who likes your cocktail."

To the first person, I'm always scared when I serve my first cup.

What if it doesn't fit my mouth? What if I don't like it? I always think that.

But he can only believe that the cocktail is the best. Only I can do that.

Sally snorted clearly at my words.

"I get it. I like my cocktails. At least more than the total cocktail."

"Let's do this."

"It's a joke."

The look on Sally's face I said was really a flashy grin that made her think she was beautiful.

Now for a while, you won't tell me you're afraid to make a cocktail.

Finally, I wonder if one or so could have done like a master.

"Well, I have to give it back."

I dried the [daikiri] I had, and then I get up quietly.

What? I make Sally laugh like a prank with Ni when she asks me with her expression.

"I've had it made so much, and I'll make it in return. Cocktails for you."

Sally looked very happy when she said that, if not because of her mind.

Ma, to tell you the truth, they've been making cocktails in front of me for a long time, and I've just been wuzzling about wanting to do it, too.

If I say that, let's not say it because she felt upset.