The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Time rolls back a little, Sputnik jewelry store.

Slow.

In the store without customers, Sputnik was alone in the counter chair, repeatedly shaking poor.

I'm frustrated for one reason. It's because the employee (Crewe) who made me go shopping never came back.

I don't even know what caused it. I wonder if you're lost somewhere, but the other one I sent you to was the grocery store next door to three houses, and I don't remember letting you go far enough away to get lost. Sputnik was aware that he wasn't so good as a guardian himself, but he wasn't meant to be a ghost enough to set the difficulty of his first shopping so high. But as a matter of reality, Crewe hasn't returned yet.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, the long needle had already moved nearly half a circle since she left the store. It's still unusual not to be back for long like this, I take a seat wondering if I should go find it.

- It was just that fold that the doorbell rang.

I call out to the door, with relief, wondering if I'm finally home.

"That was late. Something's wrong."

"Hello"

But what was returned to it was not an announcement of the employee's return home.

It was Elsa, who visited the store in the morning and picked up the necklace. smiling joyfully, he walks towards Sputnik.

Sputnik sat back in the chair again, sighing inside, but mindful not to give it to his expression.

"There you are. You forgot something."

"Yeah. I brought this."

Shaking the calf, Elsa offered to the counter was a white paper carry-on box.

"Thank you for not paying for the repairs. It's a prototype of tart I'm going to serve as a new one at the store next time, but if you like, have it with Crewe."

Her job is as a waitress at a coffee shop in the neighborhood. Coffee shops are sometimes allowed to go to buy lunch and, in some cases, to discuss it with customers and use it as a meeting place. So for her, Sputnik will also be among the regular customers of the store. The quality of the coffee shop's menu, including the sweetness, all maintained a stable standard, so I could eat more safely than I or Crewe's poorly arranged dishes. I just took an important customer, and I never scratch shame.

Therefore, the insertion of this tart was not appreciated.

"Okay, take it. Even though I put it away to get Ku's opponent."

"Yeah. I mean, Crewe handled it well, so I didn't have to ask you to lower the price. So, that payback. It's just this tart prototype, so it's a little smaller than the authentic one. If you like it, come and enjoy it, I'll be in the store in a few days."

In other words, I guess the purpose is to attract customers by it rather than to say thank you. If you say it at the Sputnik jewellery store, did you just say crude to the customer?

"Totally, it's a clever coffee shop."

I laugh unintentionally. Elsa gave Sputnik a tart and looked around for a moment. "By the way," he says wonderfully.

"Which one of you is Crewe? Taking a break?"

"No, I let him go shopping.... I'm having trouble coming home."

Look up at the watch on the wall. Where the wind blows, such as his anxiety, the second hand was moving at the same rate as usual.

"Oh. How far?

"The grocery store there. Because it's close, I don't think there's any way I'm lost. I'm a little concerned because I let him go shopping alone for the first time."

"How long has it been since Crewe left?

"Twenty or... thirty minutes, there. All I asked for was one ink"

"Oh, my God."

If you go normally, it won't take five minutes to get there. That bothers me, and Elsa frowned, too. With consent, Sputnik's belly becomes more and more restless.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

and.

- Karan, Karan.

I tried to overlap his words, and the doorbell rang. Crewe, Sputnik looks up in momentum. At the same time, Elsa turns to the door.

He came in. Seeing that, he instantly frowned.

Subsequently, a voice greets him that he does not want to hear as much as possible.

"Hello"

"Go home, Jerobaber."

It was the police officer at the police station rear fiat branch, the nut, who came in.

I often go around the store called Patrol, but I'm not at all fond of Sputnik as to whether he sees it as an enemy or a cautious person. There was no reason not to buy the fights so sold, nor was Sputnik making any effort to be liked by her.

That's why this time, too, I'm going to tell you to tear it up with a relatively high voice, just as a leading must-have. And, she made her expression attract as funny.

"I didn't come to see you. How thoughtful of you, fool."

"What are you talking about, fool, I'm the owner here. Finally, dementia, baba."

"I'm here to see Crewe. First of all, you don't stop being a baba. If I were your age, I wouldn't be so different. If I'm Baba, you're Osama. I don't like Osama's age smell."

"When a man gets older, all he takes is flavor comes out. Unlike Baba, who can only delude himself with makeup."

"That's what I'm talking about. The amount of hair falling on the pillow is getting worse and worse."

"It's not Baba. You can't have it. Look, baba, the bad makeup ride yesterday wasn't due to lack of sleep, it was due to the loss of skin tension with age. Give it up."

"Stop talking like a child, both of you"

Elsa controls it with a sigh. Then she looked at the nuts and tilted her little neck.

"Crewe, who went shopping at the grocery store, said he wasn't quite home. Nuts, you're on patrol, aren't you? Didn't you see it somewhere?

"Grocery store?

and the nuts clouded his expression. Put your hands on your chin and lean down,

"That's crazy, I stopped by the grocery store earlier, but Crewe wasn't there."

"Huh?"

Elsa raises her bare voice.

Sputnik swallowed the words when he asked if it was true. I also know that this woman is by no means the preferred person for Sputnik, but she is not the kind of person to lie about, not even on such an edge.

It didn't take me long to think about what I should do. Sputnik kicked his chair and stood up,

"Hey nuts, you watch the store for a second. I'm going to the grocery store."

"What? Hey, hey!... Elsa, hey, store please!

"Er!? Why me!"

"Bad Elsa, if anybody comes, just treat them appropriately"

"Even customer service!?

Sputnik knew that neither Nut nor Elsa had grown up to get their hands on people's store money during the store owner's absence.

That's why Elsa's protest is ignored with all her might. When Sputnik left the counter, he put his hand on the entrance door without ever looking back at her.

(cont 'd)