The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Footsteps down the stairs led Sputnik to close past business logs.

After that.

When I told Krew that I wanted him to visit the customer's house and have a discussion about creating a baby ring, and that I wanted him to tell me what time he was free, most recently just this evening, both the couple said they had plans available.

There are no sudden orders or reservations for visitors. Initially, I let Krew do the store number, and the customer was going to go to Sputnik alone, but he said to Krew, who was softening, "You want to come with me?" He nodded with a full smile when asked, so it went hand in hand with the business trip that we both did.

Close the store slightly earlier than scheduled and prepare materials and other items to be handed over to the customer. Even after Sputnik was ready, Crewe didn't come down, so I was reading old logs and stuff that were on the counter to kill time.

"Ready, ready."

Crewe, who finally showed up, was taking off his work apron and putting his favorite pochette on his shoulder. It's the same outfit as always - except for some reason on its right hand, a ribbon-decorated cat jab is gripped. If you look closely, the cat looks like a fake made of yarn or something, not real.

Shaking up the instruction stick, Krew whispered like a whisper.

"Let's go. Let's go. Shit. Shit!

I don't know what 'no' is, though.

"Wait a little longer."

Keeping the hurry crew in a nutshell and locking it in as it was in the business log, I look up at the watch on the wall. When Sputnik thought it was time for the needle to strike time with the same accuracy.

In the polished glass of the entrance door, a shadow of a person appeared. Apparently, the waiter is finally here.

"Thank you for your use. By Courier (Delivery Service)"

The doorbell rang vividly, and it was one boy who came in.

He seems to take care of the short white box. When he came straight to the counter, he gave Sputnik the box he had.

"Thank you. Which one is it today?

"Oh, I'm your brother."

"Well, either is fine. How much is it?"

"If you think you've used delivery for a long time, that's the way to say it. As always, Hinae."

"My first impression is too bad, you fucking hungry bastards."

I glance at him as he puts out his wallet. And he said, "That's" all youthful, "" toothless, and laughed bitterly. Even though I'm not old enough to spew those words yet.

Neighborhood coffee shops offer delivery services by twin brothers. This boy who just arrived is one of those cracks. Even today, Sputnik's mood for them has never been good because of the hard work and inconvenience they used to have in their boring 'scratching'.

But it's also not very popular to hit too young. Sputnik pays you a little more than he's told. I controlled him with my hand as I explored my nostalgia and said, "Now, change."

"You can make a penny for the rest. Share it with your brother."

It's not funny to give these kids all the whips.

Sometimes I need to do candy. As I thought, simple as that, when he looked at Sputnik's face all the time, his eyes glowed with gratitude.

"Oh, thank you!

"Be grateful. It's like Elsa can't do it."

"Of course!

Around making fists and nodding big and hard, my sister is probably being punished for pennies entanglement again. As he leaped through the store, he opened the entrance door and said, "Thank you for your use!" He went home screaming vigorously.

Sputnik flaunts his shoulder as he hears the doorbell finish.

"You can't do that. You'll confiscate it to Elsa when you get home."

"haha......"

I'm in a bad mood for nothing. Even Krew is laughing like he's in trouble, so that would be one shot at that astute waitress.

Eventually, when Crewe came to Sputnik, he followed the white box with interest at the end of the cat trap.

"By the way, what is this?

"Stuffed jelly. Elsa asked me to make it. Coupons aren't the only way to celebrate births to customers, are they?

"Huh. So long as it's done."

Crewe nodded about twice, humph. This degree is natural as a merchant with expertise, but she seemed to find it novel.

Nonetheless, I'm ready.

Grab your stuff, make sure you have a key in your pocket, and then stand in the chair. Then I turned to Crewe, and I almost said, "We're leaving" - I stopped.

In another word, tell it.

"'The machine is ripe. Let's go.'"

Surely such a dialogue must have been in that novel that Krew cared about.

That's what I thought and rephrased, but Sputnik seems to have remembered correctly. When she realized it, she looked that strange again. And

"'By evening time, you want it all to be over.'"

He closes his eyes tightly, strangely distorts his mouth as if he were even intimidating him, sticks his arms together, and then grips his hands hard as well.

…………

I wasn't sure if I should ask, but a stray phrase, I decide to ask.

"I've been thinking about it for a long time."

"Yes."

"That look on your face, what is it?"

And, Crewe...

I rounded my eyes.

"Don't you know, Mr. Sputnik?"

"What?

"Spies are sinister."

I answered as if I knew a translation, and again, I made that face.

Seeing it, Sputnik recalls a passage spoken by the protagonist in the novel. - "A spy should be a sinister man"

Sure, if you ask me. That was similar to the look on my face when I accidentally chewed on the tomatoes.

(cont 'd)