"Welcome! - Oh, hello, Crewe."
Then came Crewe, the coffee shop (cafe) Fine.
When I open the door, as usual, a bright voice flies right out. Karan Karan and the ringing doorbell make such a vivid greeting belong to waitress Elsa.
They don't have to look around the store and look for her, they come from her. "What can I do for you today?," he asks Elsa, shaking the ponytail, trying to mouth the order - before that, realizing that there is something to tell.
"Um, uh, yesterday was a treat. And thank you, Kuma. I'll take care of it."
"Terrible. You're adorable."
To her smile the same as usual, I'm relieved. In an earlier conversation with the nuts, I now realize how nervous I was.
Ugh, ha, and take a deep breath twice, face up.
"Um, oben, make it"
"Lunchbox?
"Yes. I want it tomorrow morning. The number is, uh... three, maybe."
"Three?"
When I put up my fingers, middle finger, and medicine finger to show, she put up her finger in the same way. Elsa tilted her neck, folding her own fingers to count one by one.
"Crewe, Mr. Sputnik and who else is going to eat it?
"No, all of it, I'll eat it"
Answer.
Elsa's neck leaned further.
"If you eat so much, you'll get a stomachache"
"Um, uh, little by little, 'cause I'm gonna eat"
"Hmm......"
See Elsa, who replies vaguely, whether convinced or not, at the top of the line. Its eyes reflecting the crew seemed somewhere like nuts, and it stopped breathing naturally.
But it won't last long either. Elsa nodded loudly.
"Okay. Tomorrow morning, three lunches. Want to come get it? Or deliver it to the Sputnik jewelry store?
"I'll get it!
I can bring it. I can't believe it! You can't let Sputnik notice you. Shake a blurb or a blurb and answer strongly so that you can put it on her words.
After that, I was much more anxious that the rejection would have passed. I look up at Elsa in a hurry, but she didn't seem suspicious. He smiled and said "I did," as usual.
"Can I get you anything else?"
"I also want cookies, chocolate and sweets. As much, as much as possible."
"Mm-hmm. I'll get it ready."
Payment will be made tomorrow morning, and I will bow my head deeply to the words, "Thank you". And Crewe, in a sunny mood, followed the coffee shop Fine.
Now the fear of eating has been allayed.
Oh, and the other thing that Crewe needs to plan...
The mail I received came from Yuki.
Mail to the request to tailor accessories for everyday use, processed and returned the jewels deposited. She is a customer who looks closely at the details, and if she doesn't like or is deficient in anything at all, she will not allow a compromise and order her to start over.... I do pay for that though, and it's also someone named her who appreciates Sputnik's work highly, so her presence could certainly be described as a good customer of Sputnik jewelry store.
The content means that you did receive the accessory, that it is a complainable performance, and that you buy it at the price offered. Then,
'This is a thank you. Give it to Crewe if you like,' cause it's gonna help. '
and a descriptive statement of the contents of the white box was written.
When I opened the lid, there was one vial inside. A lot of it tucked away in the back of transparent glass, though it resembled his' commercial tool '- a laugh leaked unexpectedly as far as completion was concerned. This is certainly going to be very useful depending on how you use it.
- That's what I thought, while the doorbell rang.
face up while closing the lid of the box. A guest said it sooner than Sputnik said hello.
"Hello"
That was Elsa, the clerk at the coffee shop (cafe) Fine.
It's the usual way to rock a ponytail and say hello, but keep the store apron on. I've come all the way out of being at work, and it looks like something like that. If that's all you came in a hurry, I guess shopping isn't the intended visit. If so... Elsa inadvertently said, "Oh" as she made her predictions.
She was looking at a stuffed bear.
"You made your clothes. Be so cute."
"Hi."
It was certainly angry to trace again where I should have sewn, but it was never difficult, and the clothes sewed up quickly.
Sputnik rereads a letter from his sister as he holds Elsa, who picks the bear's hand and shakes it to shake it, at the edge of his sight. I try to skip a letter, change the way I read it, try a few ways I can think of it, but I could read it so that there was no such thing as a cipher or the meaning behind it. It seems good to judge it as just a letter.
- Feel my gaze, face up from the letter.
Elsa stood still, watching Sputnik.
"What the fuck?"
"I'm sorry, I was just wondering"
Put your hands behind you and chuckle, tilting your neck to the left and right as you stand aside.
I wonder what it is. When I frowned and showed her, she said this.
"Mr. Sputnik, do you have plans to go out tomorrow?
It was not difficult to read the extraneous meaning.
"... coo"
He wants three lunches tomorrow.
It is force majeure that the voice calling the name sighed. Damn, dude. Always this guy.
"He's taking the day off tomorrow. As an employer, I don't interfere with the way employees spend their vacations. Elsa, are you here to complain about me, too? Then go home, get out of my way."
"Complain?"
"That idiot came and said," Don't you care as a guardian? "Extra help."
"Oh."
And she rounded her eyes. Put your hands on your mouth and say, "I don't like it."
"You're worried enough, Mr. Sputnik. Hey?"
"... what the heck. What does that mean?"
"No."
Meaningful gaze and words, returned the inquiry, but escaped. Turn your cool eyes out the window and whine, "It's time to go back to the store," etc.
Waitress headed to the door, shaking her head tail like fun. They thought I was leaving as I was, but the moment I hung my hand on the door,
"Oh, yes, Mr. Sputnik. I'll tell you one last thing."
Unexpectedly said. I forget to reply and keep my eyes open.
But she didn't mind Sputnik like that, she just kept a pretty smile on her face and told me a word to poke his certainty.
"The fabric of the hoodie, it's all against the back."
... the door returns and one person is left behind.
When I stretched out my heavy arms to attract the stuffed animal, surely, as Elsa said, all the hoodie fabric had its back out.
Deep deep, sigh leaks. To your own funny, impudent, poorly dressed, that sort of thing.
I wonder how much I am, scattered.
And at the same time, the thought that was causing incomplete combustion at the edge of the head becomes evident. What the hell do you want with that? What if this is the rumored 'rebellion period'...
At that time I thought, the doorbell at the entrance door rang.