When the hustle and bustle in the store also settled there.
Two pairs of men and women rang the doorbell at a time I tried to get around to hearing the last order to cut it up earlier today
If you're a man, you're an adventurer.
While it seeps a mature atmosphere from long, skinny, and standing behavior, it has an impressive young face that remains somewhere unreliable.
The woman is hiding her face in a white hooded jacket.
Though they look smaller in comparison to the man next door, they would be taller from an average.
"Welcome -!
Pulled back into reality with Reesha's pleasant voice.
You shouldn't. Because of one of Steer's other cases the other day, I became wary when I saw a man in a hood.
It's already quite a chilling season at night.
I'm sure he was just wearing it for the cold.
"That's two people. Uh... I'm sorry, I think it's time to close down, so I'll be in a hurry, okay?
"What... Oh, no! I won't stay that long, I'll be out as soon as I have a light drink"
"Okay! There are hardly any more customers, so take your seat of choice!
A man answered, looked around the store several times before sitting at the far end of the counter seat.
Ha, and exhale unknowingly.
Was it a good place to make hopeful observations while countering the cold?
"Oh, you're a very young bartender here."
Half the surprise from the heart, the other half is an act of pretending to be a normal customer.
My gaze looks at me and the focus is somewhere else, too much force on my shoulders, in a position where I can reach my lower back sword whenever my center of gravity is down, and in a position where I hide the woman next to me from everyone in the store.
In a nutshell, I care about people and am alert.
It is no longer obvious. You don't have to be me to know this. [M]
Now, what should we do with this situation?
He's right. I don't have a hard time if you're just here for a drink.
I just hope so, but let's just say I plant the seeds for once.
"Ha, they often say. I'm like a surrogate. Because my predecessors can no longer stand here under certain circumstances."
"With that youthfulness, wow. This looks like a delicious drink."
"I'd love it if it suited your mouth. What can I get you?
Pointing to the wall menu board shifts the gaze of the two.
For a moment, I could see the side of the woman in the hood.
Cut long eyes and high nose, tightly tied thin lips. As far as the face goes, I wouldn't be that different from a man at his age.
And unnatural swelling just in the ear position you notice because you turned sideways.
... I see, is that what you mean?
"Right, what would you recommend? I hope there's something you can only drink here."
"Then there's something good. Wait a minute."
Transfer the pre-filled amber liquid to the pan and place it on top of the magic conductor for cooking and on fire.
The logic itself is the same as a gas stove used in barbecues or something.
Naturally, this uses magic, not gas, for fuel.
"I'm smelling good, is this an apple?
That's what the man said with his nose ringing as he put in the scented spice.
The expression looks softer without heart or earlier.
"Yeah, it was made by mixing alcohol and spice with apple juice. It would have been cold out there, so your body would warm up."
"That'll help, I'm looking forward to it."
and the man lifts his shoulder unexpectedly and looks at the woman with sorrow.
It's not hard to imagine what happened under the table.
"Thank you for waiting, please"
Transfer to a cup where it has boiled lightly and serve in front of the two.
Seeing the sweet scent and the hot air rising, I could see the woman in the hood who had been tense all along pounding her throat.
"Liesha, will you ask the remaining customers for their last order?
"Oh, yes!
The man's gaze turns to Riesha.
I looked intrigued at Riesha, who was going to take orders the way she was used to, and at the customers who responded the same way she was used to.
"Do you care?
"Oh, hey! Oh, that's..."
"That's okay, I'm going to know how the silver-haired elves are seen"
"... is it the intention of the store owner that she works here?
Have you eaten?
"Right. Some people at first saw Risha and went home and said some fucking bad things, but now you're right. In the end, discrimination is caused by fear of the unknown - I hear."
Riesha comes here for a small run when we talk about it like that.
"Um, I'm sorry you came early. If you have one last order, I'll ask."
"... it's okay, thanks"
And, for the first time there, the woman in the hood opened her mouth.
He then slowly reached out and stroked Reesha's head with gentle gestures as if to be his own child.
This guy...... no way. That's just too much thinking.
"Oh, um... I'm sorry. Touch? is at a different price..."
"Oh, hon!
Cough to block it and two strange eyes will turn to me.
No, listen to me.
The words I taught you to combat sexual harassment are supposed to make you feel illegal for some reason when Risha says it.
If Christina says it while twisting her arm, she'll be a proper threat and complain, I want you to believe me.
"... Reesha, thank you. Tell the kitchen as soon as you have your order."
"Yes! Now if you'll excuse me."
Risha bows her head and disappears into the kitchen.
Ha, and when I sighed, I heard a creak and sneak laugh from the front.
"I'll take this."
I smiled back as I learned a little peace in my soothing voice.