"You didn't have to tell me," said Sputnik, walking alone in the hallway.
What makes that inn meal delicious is that Sputnik himself knew it well. So what I told Krew earlier was undoubtedly an extra word.
But.
I couldn't help but push the challenge, and I got the same response from that woman, desperately processing the ornaments.
Regardless of the violation of the order, and of the binta on his waking up, it was unconsciously stained that he came all the way to see me with breakfast where he was exhausted. You know, I missed being alone, I was free, maybe that's the truth, but still that you missed yourself.
I wonder what it is.
Ha, and I sighed loudly.
"I'm not even old enough to be a father."
Spitting out the ambiguous emotions born in his belly in one word, Sputnik becomes his face as a merchant.
"Excuse me."
Knock, open the door.
As expected, one man was sitting on the couch. Same thing I saw yesterday, Amber (Amber) eyes. Slightly in a front-loaded outfit, his fingers are moved busily and his legs are repeatedly shaking in poverty.
Did you say Rush?
He looks up all the time. When he found out it was the jeweler (Sputnik) he met yesterday, he looked at Sputnik with hatred.
"It's late."
"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting..."
"Fine, what about the ring?
Although I hide my thoughts on the most directed complaint of the opening and manage to make an apology, it was even blocked. Sputnik's scale of dissatisfaction increases even more because of it, but he tells it as he bubbles his mouth.
"Did you do it? If you haven't done it, pay the right compensation."
"Here."
But this one blocked it. It's a guy called Return of Interest.
I don't know how he felt about that. I couldn't afford to guess that far anymore in Sputnik, who was physically and mentally exhausted. I was just paying attention to doing my job in full - 'not hitting badly'.
Smile and tell him, "Please confirm". He picked up the box, asking for Sputnik. Open the lid with a careful hand,
"... oh"
Turning inside, he raised a voice resembling a sigh. I don't know if it's about the beautiful, shiny stone or the design, but apparently it's the piercing that made him feel better.
... But even if I can remember being touched by 'such a thing', as Sputnik, I can only bite off laughter.
Sputnik took the paperwork out of a few bags and placed it on his desk faster than he could say anything.
Together, the pen. The first sheet of the document is entitled 'Consent Form' and a signature column is provided.
Sign here, please.
"... What's this?
"Since it is tailored as soon as possible, and because it is an engagement ring, it is of a corresponding amount, I would like to ask for a signature of receipt.... Oh, let's not get it wrong. Of course, the customer won't pay for it. It's our policy to file a claim against you as soon as the fraudster who manipulated the customer is arrested."
"As far as it goes. If that's the case."
He was convinced and ran his pen tip in the signature field. - In the contents of many overlapping documents, without looking through.
Just to thank you, Sputnik quickly puts the paperwork back in his bag.
A blurry stare at the ring opened his mouth unexpectedly.
"By the way."
"Yes?"
Was there anything unnatural about your behavior or were you blamed for the tricks?
I reply with my thoughts, but his thoughts were different. I look at Sputnik, but I drop my gaze on the floor, and I blur, and I say this.
"The con man… is the purpose of the arrest standing"
Is that so?
I thought about what to do - at that moment, I came up with a good 'bait'. If it's enough to return in the right words, let's at least increase certainty.
"If you divulge too much investigative information, I will be scolded by everyone involved. However, yes, customers are also victims... specially"
Place a finger on your lip, impress it is confidential information, and then answer.
"In our view, by the end of the day at the latest, my hands will be turning back."
"Ki, all day?
"Yes."
To Sputnik's words, he peeled his eyes.
"Isn't it early?
"No. The police department itself, at last, is grasping the evidence and whereabouts of the fraudster in question, and I hear they were asking for an opportunity to arrest him."
"Is that information true"
"I didn't hear it directly from the police station, so I can't say absolutely, but it's information from trustworthy sources"
I'll emphasize certainty, even if it's obscure.
All, I'm not lying. From the grin gushing at the bottom of his belly, he filters (filters) the poison gas into his expression.
"There is also no possibility of escape to the city. There's already been a police stakeout at the station."
"... Really?"
"No, no, really, the police station branch of this city is here competent. If all branches are, let's get wiped out of this continent by evil."
I'm good at spitting praises that aren't in my heart either.
but he never cared about Sputnik's words like that. Maybe he couldn't afford to care less - either way he leaned down and was still thinking about something.
"Are you nervous?
I look at him as if he had dropped his gaze in his own hand. And he looked up as if he had been played. The colour of fright in the eyes is commonplace. but Sputnik 'caught' it with the late tension that preceded his application for marriage.
Make him smile, giggle, and smile so that he can feel at ease. With a lot of caution so that there is no mixing of contempt there.
"It's okay. Our rings have the effect of attracting any princess"
"... well. Then don't worry."
That's what I say in my mouth, but my cheeks are fading and my voice is shaking easily again.
Now what is he thinking, is it the language of the proposal? Or your fiancée's delightful face? Sputnik laughs when he comes up with such a complaint.
When, his shaking of poverty had stopped.
"Degree" is over, this is where it comes from.
I dropped off my client at the entrance - and then I put on the words "I wish you success" and so on (lip service) - and Sputnik goes down the hallway leading to the machining room early.
The rest of the problem is what to say to Krew and order him to wait. Poor persuasion could say, "I'll follow you, too". With that in mind, I hang my hand on the knob in the room I got to.
But it came to pass shortly after the door was opened that the worry was just a worry.
Inside the room, the figure of a girl lying on her desk and resting peacefully.
"... you're asleep"
I slept last night only after the date changed. I can't help it. This one says he can't get out of his mind yet, but he's in a good position to put aside the Lord - I think, and he puts his barely hands close, but he stops right before. Even if they wake up with it.
Instead, with that hand, take a rolled pen to your desk. Attracting the paper that was falling nearby,
"I'm going out a little bit. I'll be right back. Wait."
I wrote, worried a little, then added "souvenirs, because I'll buy them" and "candy". I added my signature to the side and placed it beside her to sleep.
"Well."
Sputnik stretched out greatly as he was invited to a gentle sleep and shaken off his near-birth sleeper.
"Will your husband do another good job?"