Aroma of standing coffee, shaking hot air.
The white ceramic cup is warm when touched and soothes cold fingertips in the winter air.
Hold the cup, close your eyes, and inhale the scent into your chest - police officer nuts belonging to the police station rear fiat branch squeaked, just smudged.
"That sucks. Wow..."
"Hey."
The dark-colored voice of exasperation was heard from very close by.
Lift your eyelids. And, in front of the nuts, in the counter, stood one waitress. He is lifting his eyes, putting his hands on his hips, and creating an obvious look of anger.
"What is it, Elsa? I'm so scared."
"'What' is the dialogue over here. What's the worst thing about coffee in people's stores?"
- This is Fine, a coffee shop in the city of Riafiat.
It is a shop run by Elsa and her family, who are familiar with the nuts. I have been looked after from time to time for a long time, but since I got a job and started living alone, my usage has increased dramatically. It is no longer an exaggeration to say that there are no dishes I have never ordered in this store. So I knew very well that the food in this store was delicious, and in the first place, the words were not meant for coffee.
"Coffee looks delicious."
What I don't like is the taste of coffee. To prove it, I sipped a sip of coffee.
Then sigh and ram on the counter. Elsa shrugged more and more at the out-of-the-box childhood look, "Not at all, no more," she murmured.
"Nuts in the first place, what's your job today? Are you sure you want to sell me oil while I'm in my personal clothes? It's 10: 00."
"It's off duty today -... oh, it sucks. It's my day off, but if my dreams suck and I feel bad, I won't."
"A dream?"
"It's dawn, I had a bad dream."
Damn, it's a terrible thing to say, a terrible dream.
Keep your cheeks on the counter and your lips pointed. And I saw the wood well. I find one place, where three pieces of wood are gathered, and I remember a long time ago. Speaking of which, I hated this seat when I was young. The wood seemed to melt people's faces, and it was disgusting.
"Did you even dream about Mr. Sputnik?
- and.
I was told what was causing it where I was fleeing, and unconsciously frowned. Just move your eyes and look at Elsa. I could see her looking down, laughing funny.
And with that smile, Elsa says this.
"'Hate is the flip of my liking'"
"Don't be silly"
Answer to throw up. The bitterness of the coffee seemed to gush up from the back of his throat.
Sputnik. - It is the name of the owner of Sputnik Jewelry Sputnik, the only jewelry store in this Liafiat city. He hires a girl named Crewe as an employee and runs a small jewelry store.
Liafiat had no jewelry store until they arrived - even if they could, they soon folded up the store and left - the land. My arm as a jeweler seems to be good there when I think about the fact that I continue to run a business here, but the words of life and vomiting are all appropriate, and I can't say that my attitude to life is so good, and most importantly, my personality is poor.
He spits poison instead of greeting me if I see him, and the nuts I don't like to bend over, they were often incompatible.
"I think so."
"I don't think so."
Then why did you say it?
"I was just teasing you"
Knowing her nuts well in a long relationship, she says that without being bad. "Be nice for a second, because you're an adult," was it too much of this thought that I felt like those words seemed clear to Elsa's smile? But...
- 'So, I won't tell'.
I remember the sight I saw in my dream, the words I was told. The way I put it, again, his tricks were strangely vivid, because once it was a sight I had seen in real life -
"Hey, Elsa"
I call her in the counter as I add milk to the coffee, which is getting slightly warmer.
"What?
"What do you think about those two?
"What do you say?
Although I didn't have to tell you which two people I was asking about.
Apparently the question was too vague. In other words.
"What kind of relationship does it look like?
"Store owners and clerks"
…………
"Just kidding."
Just staring silently, she admitted softly.
Sputnik jewelry store - the other one who works there, a girl named Crewe, an employee. She is a very cute daughter with impressive long chestnut hair, very honest and hard on everything. Due to its kindness and purity, Nuts had seen the bareback shopkeeper angry over and over and over again crying.
but it still seems to matter to that kid about Sputnik. I don't know if that's the love affair or the emotion that comes after thanking my employer.
... but. And I think nuts. I feel like that girl has something to keep secret, too.
Ordinary jewelry store. For, some strange pair.
And it doesn't look like the nuts are the only ones who think so. Elsa flaunted her shoulders.
"I'm not an officer, and it's not a good thing to pursue people too much..."
"It's my job to sniff around people's personal information."
"Something's up, nut of the day. If you're too busy, your makeup will float."
…………
I wanted to say it back, but this is the one who broke the waist of the story. When I waited silently, she immediately resumed the subject of the main line.
"But you sure are strange people. I've heard that when Mr. Sputnik was traveling as a merchant, it seemed like Krew had been pulled out of seeing him being put to work in a bad working environment... rude, but Mr. Sputnik, I don't even see him as such a charitable person."
"I don't know how true..."
"Crewe, too, is a healthy, bright kid, but it kind of clouds words sometimes. I feel a little sorry for her because she doesn't like lying."
Elsa said as she put her fingertips on her chin and looked up into the sky.
I think about one young man, watching how it goes.
Sputnik jewellery store owner, Sputnik.
"... Nah, I don't like it"
That guy, always with his tongue out and floating, trying to roll it in smoke.
When you look at it, it's very annoying. I wish I could ignore it, I wish I could think of it as a tiny howl, but I really feel a thorn in every word and can't stand it.
How can that being, oh, I don't know, disturb you?
I thought, then.
"... Phew"
I heard a voice.
Lift the head that was leaning over at some point. Elsa was smiling.
"Watching my nuts roar like that reminds me of when I used to fight"
"Fighting?"
"Mukashi, back in the day. When the nuts cried and it was hard... don't you remember?"
To Elsa, who gives out her tongue, the nut tilted her neck. Elsa and I have known each other for a long time, we did have a few small verbal fights. But would you have had enough fights to cry?
"Was there?"
"There it is. Well, that was my fault. But you're gonna yell at me. I'm gonna cry. It's gonna be tough."
Twist your neck.... I can't remember.
But if she did, I guess she did.
"Compared to those days, I wonder if the nuts have grown up too"
"What do you mean?
"When I look at the nuts talking about Mr. Sputnik, I just remember that. It doesn't mean anything."
I can't really remember.... I don't remember, though.
Has the young self spoken to Elsa so badly that he now says to that one? I think, my face clouds instantly.
But Elsa didn't say anything about it to blame the past and to sink the nuts' mood again, apparently. I waved patsy, as I panicked.
"Really, he said there's no deep meaning. If you don't want to go too far, why don't you go for a walk?
"Hey, take a walk..."
"If you hit the cold wind, you might be able to hold your head. There's nothing you can do about it, is there? Here. Grab a snack. In a hiking mood."
My arms grew out of the counter in front of my nuts. That hand receives the bag it held and peeks inside.
The palm-sized brown paper bag contained three truffle chocolates. Brown, white and green. All the dishes served at the coffee shop Fine were excellent, and that was no exception to confectionery. But...
Pick one green, matcha-covered chocolate, in your mouth.
Then I instantly frowned.
"Sweet."
"It's a prototype, but I got the wrong amount of sugar. You'll wake up, won't you?
I feel like spitting it out and I manage to swallow it. You expected that look, Elsa didn't hesitate to laugh.
but, uh, Elsa's smile disappears.
"Oh, yeah."
"What?"
And also, extend your arms this way from the counter. Now, I didn't have anything. I wave my empty hand and say this.
"I forgot. Give me back my water bottle."
"Water bottle?... Ah"
Speaking of which, yesterday, the tea I had served for lunch was delicious and I had it packed in a water bottle so that I could drink it at work in the afternoon. It was so delicious, I finished drinking early in the afternoon, and then a little incident went in - I forgot I left it under my desk until now.
With his nutty voice, Elsa seems to have detected the whereabouts of the water bottle, no matter what the nuts didn't say. As I looked, Elsa's eyebrows hung.
"... I didn't want to give you that tea in a water bottle because it's easy to get tea on, because I didn't want to give it to you because my nuts said why, but instead I didn't return the water bottle early, and I said,"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Two visible emotions from the edge of the word. No one can beat Elsa in this state. When the nuts answer that early, grab a bag of chocolate in one hand and a coat in one hand and open the entrance door to the coffee shop (café) Fine.
Along with the sound of a clear doorbell, the cold winter wind stretched my nut cheeks.