"... Dangerous"
The moment he turned around across the window, Crewe hurried back.
He kills his breath for a while and waits, peeking softly again. Inside the brightly pleasant coffee shop Fine's, Sputnik remained the same as he had earlier, continuing his colloquial conversation with the young man sitting across the street. Apparently, they didn't notice.
At the same time relieved that her reflex nerves were excellent and helpful, she also had conflicting thoughts that she would have liked to have noticed had she been able to do so, recalling her depressing emotions again, and she lowered her eyes softly. I wonder why I'm doing this.
- Over the head is his fiancée, the wizard's girlfriend.
Crewe was in Finetica City, where he visited the other day, meeting a woman named his fiancée.
It was the wizard that was attacking Krew, who sheltered, helped and retreated from the wizard. He was a very good man, including for worrying about his injured self. Although.
Crewe had a terribly dark emotion for pointing to him and calling him 'his fiancée'. More, darker, deeper emotions than the anger and yawning that Sputnik has ever learned about a woman who nearly smiled. Crewe still doesn't know what to call it or what the dictionary says.
Still, no, 'that's why', even now that I'm out of that city and back in Liafiat City, I didn't care if Sputnik would meet the example 'fiancée' in his own ignorance or if the 'fiancée' would come to see him when he wasn't there.
So.
Ever since I got back from that city, when Sputnik tried to go out alone at night, Crewe always followed him like this.
It doesn't seem to be noticed so far that he's following him on a nocturnal outing - Crewe thinks - but it's about a keen sputnik, which will all be known. Then Sputnik will try to make you explain why you did this.
But there's no way I can tell him that. So I knew I had to put a fold in my heart that I had to stop before they noticed.
I knew it, though.
- A chilly breeze strokes my cheek and I feel uncomfortable in my nose. Immediately after,
"Huh... pun"
One, I sneezed.
Take out the tissue in a hurry and wipe the dripping snout. When I felt vain and pushed the tissue into my pocket,
"Evening."
I heard a voice behind my back and Crewe was amazed at all the jumping up.
In a hurry, look back. The first thing that caught my eye was a white apron. That white was in Crewe's eyes as something very bright, even though it was an alley at night.
Crewe knew very well about her smiling with her hands behind her back. Elsa, clerk at the coffee shop Fine.
To her greeting, Crewe lowered his head in a panic.
"Good evening,"
"It's hard to get in at this hour just because you're drunk, I'm sorry. Dinner, right? Come in."
Elsa then points to the store entrance to lead Crewe.
But Crewe had a reason not to get on that invitation. Anyway, there's Sputnik in the store. Even though I said I was just here for dinner, it's about him with a keen eye, believe it or not.
"... uh, the"
"Oh, could it have just been a passing pass? If I were you."
"Well, that's why"
I can't even pass and lie, but I can't even say "I've been chasing Sputnik". I got embarrassed and grabbed the end of the hood with both hands and pulled away, hiding my face.
I don't know what Elsa thought of her like that. Weird kid, you might have thought.... but Elsa, sitting on the spot and looking up at Crewe's face, laughed as usual.
I don't know what to do, what to say and cut through this place. This is what Elsa said to Krew, who was so troubled.
"You know, Crewe. Actually, I, uh, just got one gratin, and I misordered it. I'm out of it, but if it's good, why don't you eat it?
"Gula-tan"
The word was, like, magical. Try to push all the thoughts away, and the look of Gratin in her shop reminds me of the flavor, on Crewe's head.
The melted cheese, the sticky and tightly colored surface, and the good aroma of hot air rising seduce the empty belly all the time wondering if this is still the case. A large spoon of macaroni wrapped in a vechamel sauce. Bad carrots were also eaten deliciously by Gratin.
"So, but, but"
"I'm planning on making a mistake ordering fondant chocolate after dinner, too."
The painting painted in the thoughts of the reluctant crew is replaced by a single dessert dish.
Softly inserting a silver fork into the fluffy cake on the plate reveals a thick and seductive burnt brown color from inside. Sneaky sweetness captures Krew's heart even in a single dish, but when eaten with the accompanying vanilla ice cream, it's cold, warm, sweet and just a little bitter, then refreshing, and the mouth dyes with happiness. A muscle of saliva leaks from the edge of the mouth.
Krew's mind wobbled even louder - and realized that yes.
"Is a mistake in order something I've known for a long time before I did?
"Ugh. Being a veteran waitress like me makes predictions about what menus to order at what time of the day."
"Mr. Elsa, it's amazing."
Speaking of which, Sputnik sometimes mentions the requests of customers who come into the store without asking what. After all, the 'veteran' is different, he painted Sputnik on the back of his brain and remembered the status quo at the same time.
No, I can't. I can manage to get the scales back that leaned toward a lot of temptation.
"But, but I'm not hungry."
But at that moment, the timing was bad, guh, and my stomach rattled.
I hold my stomach in a hurry, but apparently I hear it. To the whispering laughter of Elsa, the notion drips.
"... but me"
I couldn't think of any more excuses.
But more than any delicious temptation, now.
"If you mean Mr. Sputnik, you'll be fine."
looks up all the time. Elsa was rocking her ponytail and laughing.
"Because now, Crewe, from afar, it's just something that looks like a cute stuffed animal. If you sit in the back seat, you won't notice."
"Why not?"
The extra momentum inquiry fell on Elsa's verbal butt.
How did you know that you cared about Sputnik? I tried so hard, I was going to hide it.... if Sputnik had already noticed Krew's behavior? So, did you say something to Elsa?
Make a lot of thoughts, follow, and stretch your expression.
But Elsa didn't ask why Crewe was here. I didn't even say again what Sputnik had said, I just leaned my neck and smiled, as usual.
"You want to know everything you love about someone you love."
"It's going to be cold tonight," Krew shook when he realized.