When I asked if there was anything I wanted to eat, I said, "Especially", so I asked if there was anything I could not eat, but I also said, "Especially".
In that case, the place to eat to be taken was set.
"Welcome!
I creep through the door that was left open because of the nice weather. The doorbell doesn't ring, but the waitress noticed the visitor right away.
He comes here with a smile as he rocks his trademark ponytail.
"You took care of me yesterday. You two, okay?"
"It's okay. Oh?"
"What's up?
"Your customer…"
Looking back, Cecil, standing behind Sputnik, was looking up at Elsa. Elsa's "hello" greeting sounds somewhat familiar to me to say first-person.
Cecil, on the other hand, answers nothing. It looks like I'm stuck with the answer. I'm not sending out a help ship, but I asked instead.
"You know him?"
"No. But yesterday, because I saw you walking. I thought you were an unfamiliar face, but you were a customer at Mr. Sputnik's. You should have said hello then."
"It's like Ku's friend. I've come all the way from far away to see you, but they misplaced you, and they want to wait in this city for a few days until you get back."
"Oh, yeah. - Welcome to the coffee shop Fine. Then, welcome to the city of Riafiat. Go ahead and take your time."
"Yes, um, thank you..."
"Yeah."
You shouldn't feel so much push or momentum towards Elsa, but it seems slightly awkward. I hide in the shadows of Sputnik more and more, but still managed to thank him. Looks like you're looking at someone from the old days, I think.
"So, Mr. Sputnik, do you have a request for a seat? We're not talking about your job, are we?
"I don't mind anywhere. Two."
"Yes, I did. This way, please."
No collision, passed to the window seat.
As I opened the menu and watched, two new guests came in. I know the neighborhood.
They find Sputnik in the presence of an unfamiliar girl no sooner than "Oh ya, Mr. Sputnik, take another new and cute child. Employee interview," he says, skipping a light mouth. "No," she answered, but she didn't ask, and now she said to Cecil, "Be careful because you're the kind of shopkeeper my young wife ran away from me and drank from me." And she answered, "I'm telling you not," again.
The guests were pulled by Elsa, "Here you are," faster than Cecil reacted, not saying anything about being distracted.
Elsa, who had finished guiding the guests to their seats, grabbed a glass of water and a slip. Put your face a little closer to Cecil,
"I'm sorry it's so busy. He's taking his time."
"... Yes. Thank you."
"So, Mr. Sputnik, are you ready to order?
"I'm Hamburg. This one... I heard you bought round bread at the bakery earlier, but what did you use this for? Can you?"
Then Cecil blinked in the seat across the street.
Wouldn't that be surprising? I have two sentiments about that, and that when you look like that, you look old enough.
"... yes, okay"
"Hey, I basically refuse to bring it in, but this time it's special because of the cute customers who've come all the way to Rear Fiat. I'll put more on my arms."
For some reason, Elsa herself lets her two arms slap at Cecil's words in such a way as fear. It would be the kitchen cock that makes it.
I smiled and kept a paper bag of bread and dropped off Elsa disappearing into the kitchen - Cecil pounded,
"Things are going crazy"
And I said.
"What?
"This city is often spoken to by people. I wouldn't even say it's unusual in Cokedier...... but it's not much. What is unique about this city?"
"Oh......"
The city is rural, for better or worse, close to each other's inhabitants.
I wouldn't even say it's hard on unfamiliar humans, but for a while, it's a battle against vigilance. Even Sputnik himself, who has lived for years now, doesn't know how familiar he is with this city. In that sense, nothing but 'physique' is alarming, and we can say that Krew, who is pompous and laughing all year round, is more like a resident here.
Sip the water, dampen your mouth, and answer.
"Well, that's the kind of city it is. Doesn't it fit?
"Still a little, I don't know.... you won't even be spending long. I told the clerk at your place, but I also have secretarial duties, so I have limited time to wait for Master Crewe."
The clerk. I don't have to think about Yuki. Cecil, I think, is also a victim of Yuki in a way - I remember an indescribable sense of fellowship, but I don't feel like it's going to be some sort of solution where I founded the victim's club.
"By the way, what kind of work does a private secretary do?
"Different. Mainly from teacher scheduling, assistant in managing, caring for, and working as deputy branch manager for the magic tools he needs… I can't believe the other day when I was late for home, there were three meetings, some appointments cancelled, apologies to people and work agency, submission of requests for extensions of deadlines and. I've been busy with common business."
"You're young, but tough."
Speaking of which, Sputnik thought it was like he was old. I didn't say it in that sense, I add.
"Age, it won't be the same as our employees"
Because a girl named Cecil was too competent, compared to an employee at his place - not a temporary part-time clerk. The amount of work you're doing is completely different, even though you don't look so old.
It's just that that's not crew inferior. Sure, I do that as a po, but also, I make strange ideas all the time, but to see the children of the city, it's year-to-year.
But Cecil grew up like that for a reason, apparently. I don't know, I tilted my neck.
"I don't know if I can do better than my generation, but I've made it very good for my teacher... because I'm making it better. I would like to return the favor."
"Be good, hey"
"Yes...."
What did you intend to continue after that, for once, the words ran out.
No change in expression, but Cecil's eyes swayed. To speak of it, it seemed that a stray had arisen. It's just a public story, so if you don't want to tell me, you can properly roll it in smoke, but what a discipline, Cecil doesn't.
"... the teacher must have laid me on top of her"
"Her?"
Repeat. Cecil's lips moved just a little bit, maybe she laughed.
Cecil gave a certain human name.
"It was his fiancé, a wizard named Françoise. … did you know"
"Ah."
Françoise - Fansion. I just talked to Yuki earlier as well. That name I've never met in person, but it's annoying a lot as far as we're concerned.
Affirmation. Then Cecil said:
"... Françoise had an older, separated sister"
"Sister?"
As for the functionality, I heard a lot about it. But it's my first ear that I had a sister.
And I thought not to put it a little far-fetched, but to observe, I mean, that's Cecil in front of me. The man told this girl named Cecil - to her fiancée's sister that she was layering a bereaved fiancée.
"... Really?"
Answer ambiguously, remembering how uncomfortable you are.
I wouldn't be too happy to be seen by my former brother-in-law as a replacement for a human being who was my fiancée, even if he was only a betrothed fiancée, or had no evil feelings there.
No, rather. It could be heavy on Cecil because the two of them weren't in love. Lord who employs himself as a private secretary, either for redemption for failing to keep about his sister.
Cecil laughed lightly. I don't know if that resembles a fantion, Sputnik doesn't, but did Sputnik think it was too much of a thought to think it resembled Soaran's face? That man's, the way he laughed hidden his heart.
Wondering what the answer was, it seemed to take it as a late silence coming from annoyance. "Excuse me," Cecil said, drooling her head slowly forward. I don't even care to create a painful atmosphere like that in a faceless way. So Sputnik put his center of gravity on the back of the chair, spread his arms, and returned it to him to tear it up.
"Do you want to return the favor? He's a pervert and a freak and he doesn't understand, but I don't know how many people I admire."
Do not reject, let the answer seep out of words.
From Cecil's shoulder, I could see that she had lost her strength.
"... Yep. I'm a benefactor to you, though you frequent perverted, freaky, incomprehensible behavior. For you."
"For what?"
Is it her own joke that with the last word given, she is no longer sounding like a sincere thank you?
- I hear you say, "Excuse me," and I look at you. Elsa brought the salad and soup.
Before Sputnik and Cecil, one set at a time. Whether rare or what, Cecil stares at the mug soup placed in front of her. I wonder if you don't know how to drink it, I'll hold the handle and show you how to drink it, but still she won't get her hands on it.
After a somewhat long time as a hesitation, she finally makes the soup a fearful mouth. And Cecil said, "Delicious."
Sip, two sips, sip the soup.
With a slightly calmer voice than before, she began a long story.
"... to be the teacher's fiancée, Francoise, Angelica's daughter. She had one sister. The teacher often told me about the days they adored their 'sister' -"