'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

After all, I never stayed long in the store.

Originally, I was worried about Sally's condition and headed there a lot. That's what I was able to confirm, so I don't even have to stay long.

More importantly, no matter how many heart-rest places I say it is, I know too many faces to think about.

So earlier today the interrupters decided to disperse and leave the rest to the young bartender.

"……… Samu"

When you go outside, the air shifts from autumn to winter. Drinking a cocktail and my body is somewhat on fire, but if I stay too still, I'm going to catch a cold.

None the less, proceed with a blurred foothold. It would be nice to do it in my own house if I were to think, but that seemed to clog my thoughts more and more.

The night is still the time to come, and the number of people going to the city is quite high.

A large number of people and a few sub-people mixed with it. Everyone is shrinking so they can escape the cold.

…………

Turn away from people and look into the night sky.

Since the day I met Trice was a full moon, is it about 6/8 moon today? When I put it that way, Ibuki has often said that he is a game brain.

Remember the past, nature and mouth loosen. At the same time, the troubles bring neck when you slip.

I was wondering if I could afford to remember the old days when I was thinking about the future of this world now.

"... hmm?

That's how I was flirting. I was walking, and I found one sign. A discreet sign, just in a small alley. But what it says there is a glass showing up the drinker.

I was going to say hello to the drinker in this section more or less, but there was a store I didn't know about.

Plenty of standing, the entrance is made of rustic wood. I felt the warmth somewhat and the signs of being rude but not too crowded, and when I realized it, I was opening the store door.

"There you are."

It was a middle-aged woman with a tender face who spoke to me when I opened the door.

From her attitude, I knew she didn't know me. Somehow I stopped the sales smile I was trying to take out.

"Hello, are you okay?

"Yeah. As you can see, I'm free today. I'd rather be in trouble if they left."

"Then don't hesitate"

To my reply, the woman nods like she's feeling better and leads her to the counter seat.

Much smaller than Easy's. The counter is in six seats and there are two small table seats. If this were Tokyo, they would say something about a hidden shop or an atmosphere like a secret base.

When I sat at the counter, both my husband inside had eyes. We have a light conversation with each other. I had this tender-looking eye again.

"Do you have a menu or something?

"I'm sorry, we don't have that. Instead, here are today's recommendations"

The tip of the woman's point is on the counter. Something like a small clipboard there.

A handwritten note was put up and it said 'Menu of the Day: Potato Salad, Fried Potatoes and Bacon, Potato and Onion Soup'.

To push too many potatoes, I accidentally laughed.

"I'm sorry. I bought it all because he was cheap."

"No, it feels so simple. For now, one dish at a time, and then we'll have ale."

"Yes, I did."

I smile at the fluffy attitude of women, even when I try to contain them.

Soon afterwards, a cup of the order was carried and mouthed.

The ale in this store was slightly cold enough to cool off with the outside air. Basically, I like it cold to cancer, but now that's about it, it was just fine.

It is more felt that the stiff bitterness spreads over the tongue.

When I was doing so, about two plates immediately appeared in front of me.

"Here, salad and soup. Just serve it, and just warm it up."

"No. I'll take it"

Take the fork with you, too, and get your hands on the dish. The potato salad was not mashed. Cut gobbly potatoes, root vegetables, and broccoli-like vegetables soothed with salt and pepper vinegar.

The refreshing taste refreshes Yale's suffering.

The soup, again, was dominated by potatoes and root vegetables, and onions, consomme-style, not bisci sowers.

Both dishes are somewhat homely flavored and warm.

"Delicious."

"Thank you. I'm glad you said that."

To be honest with you, a woman laughs like she really doesn't have a backdrop. Behind my sight, my husband, who cooks, also moves his shoulders slightly to express his joy.

The way the two friendly people look at each other is that the glass is going to cook again.

"Why did you come to us today?

After a while, women have asked to shake public discourse.

"I was bluffing while I was thinking about it, and it happened to be about my eyes"

"Really? Well, I guess if we talk too much, we'll get out of the way."

No, that's not true at all.

Because the woman looked palpable and troubled, I was aggressively denying it.

"It was going to get jammed up when I thought about it alone, so maybe someone wanted to hear it."

"Yeah, yeah. I can see that. At that age, there are times like that."

I wonder why I'm telling this story to the first person I've met.

Though I thought so, women don't have one disgusting face, but rather enough to be front-loaded.

But the words that followed were a little out of my shoulder.

"So, when are you getting married?

"... Yes?

"When it comes to the troubles of people your age, right?

No! And I suppressed it in a hurry, almost denying it out loud. It's a violation of manners to shout in a store. I also find it tempting to return a light denial to Nico the woman's face.

Easy here, let's get out of the way.

"Uh, it's more about work, not that way, a little"

"Oh yeah. What's your job?

A woman who tones down just a little, not talking about a romantic relationship.

I laughed a little bitterly and thought of words to say in my head.

"Uh, customer service - no, manufacturing."

I'm actually a burly fellow, but it's a little hard to say. Besides, it's not like I have a problem with customer service, so, well, that would be good.

It is not a lie to say that the troubled things themselves are manufactured.

But the face of a slightly sunken woman, not a romantic relationship, shined again when she heard my reply.

"Then maybe I can help you."

"... is that true?

I'm a little surprised that a woman says so confidently.

I'm sorry to say, but women don't look very familiar with manufacturing or anything.

But since I'm not in business, I don't like to hide emotions, so that's how I feel.

"Now you think about me," You don't know how to make it. "

"No, that's not true"

"It's fine. Because it's true. I'm not familiar with that."

But the woman didn't look offended either. Laugh openly and tell him you're not familiar with it.

"It's just that you're at our regular job. I was young, and I thought I might talk to you."

"Oh, really? Does he come here often?

"Yeah, I think I'll be around today."

As always, a woman says with a good-looking smile from a person.

But I don't have to wonder if I'm just a little bit unsavory. If I were to actually talk to someone at a job like that, they'd find out that I'm not really in manufacturing or anything.

So what, until then, but hey, it's embarrassing.

Thinking about what to do, tilting the glass, there was very little left.

"Oh, brother, you're sober. Would you like another drink?

"Oh, and"

"Please, don't you? Bacon's not here yet."

It's a somewhat forceful way to take orders, but the fact is, you're right, and even though the main dish hasn't arrived, there's no way I'm going home.

I laughed bitterly and ordered another ale.

"Well, please."

"Yes, I did. I'm sorry I'm late."

When I ordered a replacement, the woman said with a slight face of trouble. Then turn around and speak to your husband, who is heading for the frying pan.

"Here you are. We've got customers waiting for us, so we have to hurry."

"I can do it now."

"Well, if you can't do it before I make a cup, it's a discount."

"That's troubling."

My husband's lack of majesty made me laugh again.

These two exchanges may be the best dishes in this store after all.

If you think so, a woman will bring you a cup of change soon. But before she could say anything, she turned to the door with a slight face.

"Rumor has it,"

Then there are signs of people. Apparently, the manufacturing regulars I mentioned earlier came.

The door opens and the voice of a young man continues.

"Is it open?

"There you are. Yeah, I was just talking about you."

I ended up letting the timing slip away. Keep your eyes on me while I think so.

I got a perfect eye for that regular guy.

He's got soft blonde hair, and he was certainly young when he was old, maybe a little below me. His face is neat, and he looks very hot on a woman.

Yes, that is.

"Yugiri! Why are you here!

"Don't shout at the store, Guinura"

A man I'm not happy to meet in a fluttering store. It was Guinura.