'Cocktail Potion' by Transworld Transfer Bartenders

"Oh, so you're the 'cocktail' one. I wish you'd told me."

"Haha, sorry"

When I met Guinura and I said what happened then, well, it didn't work out.

The moment I walked into the store, I was giggling Guinura, but she smiled and told me that she was here, and I couldn't seem to go home.

He sat next to me reluctantly to be flushed, and asked me about my attitude towards me and Guinura, and he found out who I was.

Even though I said who I was, I was only recognized to the extent of 'rumored cocktail-related people in the city', and I was thankful they didn't pry into that.

"So what about Guinura-kun?

"... today's recommendations"

"Yes, I did."

I don't read the air - or, prompted by a woman reading the air superbly, Guinura kept her order pointing as closely at her as possible.

And a glass of ale is carried before the dish, and Guinura reaches for it.

"Oh, I see you now, and you won't toast me?

As Guinura tried to get a population, the woman was asking strangely.

I know, but with a face that says I don't want to admit it, Guinura returns it.

"With whom?

"With Mr. Yugiri next door"

"I'm not kidding."

Guinura stares at me there, like she finally acknowledges my existence.

"I just know Yugiri face-to-face, not as a friend or anything. There's no point in toasting with a guy like that."

"Oh, I miss you only toasting with friends"

"And I don't just do it with friends, but I don't do it with this yugiri"

She doesn't want to toast with me with firm emotions.

But I've had a toast with this guy before. Is there any reason why he is so stubbornly refusing?

That's what you think, you must have cooked. Your husband, who was waving a frying pan in the back, asks Guinura with the plates served in his hands.

"Oh, could it be that 'someone you don't want to lose' that Guinura always says is him?

At the moment of that remark, the air froze and the sound of your husband placing a plate sounded faintly.

But during the silence, too, Guinura said, drawing her face.

"Ha!? Oh, no, not at all. I didn't say that."

But recently, a famous cocktail guy said, "As for myself on the potion side..."

"There you go. Because Guinura-kun is so mean, don't scratch him with nature."

The woman gently followed her husband with her palms. Your husband apologizes and goes back to the back with a bit of a bitter laugh. I guess I'll get on with Guinura's order.

Or the woman, unlike your husband, seems to have intended to tease Guinura from the beginning. He's a gentle face and hard to eat.

Looking out of the mosquito net but watching the three of them interact like that, Guinura stares at me again, as I recall.

"That's why I'm not! Yugiri, don't look at me like that!

"What kind of eyes are those?

"So, you know, stop looking at kids like that!

Guinura said with regret distorting her mouth.

I'm unconscious, but did I have those eyes? I rubbed my head a little and turned back to Guinura.

"Why don't you just drink it? I don't mind if I make a toast."

"... Shit"

You don't like how my attitude is too normal, Guinura tried to mouth Yale with an outspoken tongue and no toast.

But the movement stops on the way. The two clerks in this store, the lady looks like she's having fun, I guess because your husband noticed you looking at Guinura worried.

Guinura will look disgusted again, but, uh, she'll snap her nose and turn back at me.

"... I hate to bother you, but I have a wide heart. I'll make a toast to your first customer."

"Oh, are you going to luxury me?

"I didn't say that!

When I tell her to pee, Ginulla looks at me with a kick, and she turns to the glass.

I nodded at it, and I aligned the height of the glass again.

Ginulla gently puts the glass forward before I ask her like a habit.

"In this store."

I was glad to hear Guinura's words.

This store is never mine. This is Guinura's destination store, and Guinura is a regular here for the store.

So this is where Guinura is. And Guinura likes her place to the point of toasting this store.

The fact that he had such a place made me happy. Well, we remain off-limits.

"To this good store, cheers"

"Cheers."

Even if I fit Guinura, I knew he seemed grumpy.

But the two of you who looked worried about this one looked a little relieved, so I guess it's good.

Being just a new customer, I felt admitted to being in this store for the first time.

"So, is it since last winter or so that Guinura started coming"

"It is. Always come alone. Like today."

"Because you don't have to say anything extra"

Guinura resists weakly, but the woman laughs elegantly and deludes herself with her cheeks.

On the other hand, Guinura accentuates her displeasure by pointing her lips, but she doesn't say it too strongly.

Because you know that, women don't stop talking, they talk about old Guinura.

"When I first got here, it seemed more grumpy. I still am, but it seems more grumpy than it is now. But I knew right away that it was because of the tension. That's why I smiled at you and told you, and you still look so grumpy all the time."

When Guinura first came, he didn't get a very good reply, even though he talked to a lot of people.

I know a lot about customers like that, too. Whatever topic you shake, you look grumpy, but you're a customer who doesn't tell you not to talk.

And to Ginulla like that, the woman talked to her, even though she didn't think she could.

"I didn't really play the conversation after all, and I thought this was not going to work, because I would say 'come back' when I left. Oh, this is the kind of girl she is."

"I understand. Ginulla is hard to understand."

"Really."

"Don't call people evil."

When me and the woman thrive on Guinura talk, Guinura on the side throws one disgust as she chicks Yale.

But from the sound of my voice, does it just feel embarrassing rather than really disgusting?

"I'll hear about it later. As a matter of fact, a while ago, you said you were scared because you roughed up various stores. I thought it might be easier to get kicked out."

"Uh, I see. Sure, it's forbidden at our store."

"Oh, yeah, maybe we should do the same."

……………………

"Already. Just kidding, Guinura-kun. If Guinura-kun doesn't show up, you'll be in trouble."

I wonder what it feels like this, the thickness and tenderness characteristic of a middle-aged woman, lived together.

Guinura understands perfectly well that she is overjoyed by our conversation. Even with the same grumpy face, when a woman spoke of a ban on leaving, it also gave up a look like she had no choice.

A woman's technique that senses the signs sensitively and tells her to feel safe. It still doesn't matter if it's small or big in the store. The store continues, which means that there are attractive shopkeepers there.

I can't really taste it in a store I've become familiar with, it revives the feeling that I'm studying.

"I mean, my story doesn't matter. Because if you don't tell me, I'm coming, and if I'm not in the mood, I'm just not coming."

Like a blindfold, Guinura forcefully cut the story.

When that happens, neither me nor the woman will speak any more and wait for Guinura's words. He turned to me in a situation where his gaze gathered.

"Yugiri, how did you get here?

"... it's, well"

I was in the opposite position until earlier, and now it was my turn to get stuck in words.

But whatever I say, I know why I came to this place, except for Guinura.

And my husband, who had finished making Guinura's order again, said that he was putting the dishes down.

"You were worried about something about your job, weren't you? I'm close to my age, and isn't it Ali who's going to talk to Guinura first?

"There you go. If you see the subtle relationship between Yugiri and Guinura-kun, you'll know as much as you don't want to say."

"Huh."

Your husband is tired of women again, but now he is worried about his body.

Since I didn't deny it, would Guinura have somehow told me why I came to the store?

Something bothered me, that I was somehow drawn to this store.

"... troubles,"

Ginula was gently reciting your husband's words.

I figured maybe he'd stick around aggressively to grip even one of my weaknesses. But that didn't happen.

Ginula doesn't make fun of me for worrying, and, uh, throws up.

"I'm telling you, I'm not going to talk to you about this. I have something to think about. I don't have time for any of your problems."

"I'm not expecting anything."

That's right. Me and Guinura don't talk to each other about their problems and talk to each other.

Rather, it's a pattern that makes each other a problem for each other. If you two were discussing your concerns with each other, you might want to make one of them deceased.

That's what I thought, and I just drank up the ale in my hand. Even if I stay here any longer, Guinura won't be comfortable.

"Except"

That's what I thought, Guinura stopped me with words.

As always, keep pointing that way, and continue with a voice that once again drains your emotions.

"I'm not willing to stop you from talking about your troubles on your own. You can talk until you feel better. Even one of your troubles would make it a booze knob. After that, I might even say one thing to myself."

I laughed through the sneers at Ginulla's words, which were so roundabout.

I guess I wasn't the only one who thought that.

"Guinura-kun. You can honestly say I'm going to talk to you."

"I'm not talking about getting in a consultation. Just listen to yourself."

To Guinura's correction, the woman had a bitter laugh.

Seeing the two of them interact like that, I had something in mind.

At Easy's, I'm a master, a bartender. But here, I found out a little bit about her qualities, but she's not a bartender, she's just a customer.

If I were just a guest right now, I might be allowed to talk about one or two of my troubles and darken the place.

When I was still a little lost in my mind, Guinura, who turned to me again, looked at me and said to hurry.

"What's going on? If you keep your mouth shut, I'll drink on my own."

"I get it. Just for a second, listen."

"I don't ask. So speak for yourself."

"... hehe, you did"

In the end, I thought I'd whine to myself in front of Guinura. We're not reluctant. I don't even need to tell you the details. Just go through it as a metaphor story.

To Guinura, who has been and will continue to be a good friend, I have decided to expose my mood for just a little while.