Between the stared sputnik and the nuts, Elsa then broke in.
"In addition to selling items in store here, there are a lot of other things going on. I used to ask you to fix the brooch, but you fixed it beautifully."
"Oh dear. And then we'll do something bespoke with accessories."
"Oh, nice. How much is the design fee?
"Design?"
It was the nuts that tilted their necks. You're a person with no connection to accessories, so why don't you come here?
I guess I'm not willing to ask for it anyway, so the back paper is enough. I picked up one flyer I threw away in the trash and spread it out.
"If it's nuts, for example"
"What?
Fighting hips, but nothing. Only this time, I didn't call my name to give you something about nuts. It's just an example.
Look at your hands on your hips and briefly photograph your fingertips to your elbows. And
"A grain of pearls bracelet. The chain is finished with thin gold and the clasp is of Shizukuishi type... I don't usually use it anyway, so it would be a purchase for some special occasion. Considering this, it would be nice to use large pearls and quality gold that look good even if the value is slightly stretched. Maybe a wire, not a chain."
Run the pen as you go with the shape that comes to mind in your mouth. It's not something you can't do, although it's always unsettling to draw while you feel people's gaze.
"Here's how. … and make other designs at the customer's request. Suggest to the customer by changing the angle and drawing several patterns of how the accessories look on their own or the image when they are worn. We ask you to pay in advance because there is also a risk that you can escape to other stores just by taking the design and creating it"
"Heh..."
What the nuts groaned as impressed was not against the Sputnik jewellery store ordering system, it seems. "I'm not good," he continues, looking seriously at lifting the flyer.
I'm not willing to be modest. Sputnik, uh, snorted.
"Now you're eating."
"You're really good at drawing sara. I have a good picture of my nut fingers up to the shape of my nails."
"I'm used to it. Painting is not difficult in itself. It's really hard to..."
"Um, uh"
You got envious watching other people interact, Crewe interrupted. I raise my hand to assert myself.
"What's up?"
"Ku also wants you to design accessories. I'll pay for it."
Hmm.
an employee, but there is no reason to refuse the request. Sometimes, it's a good idea to make sure the shopkeeper does his job.
"I understand. What accessories would you like, customer"
When I dared to say it in a formal manner, Crewe laughed after he rounded his eyes. And.
- Painting is not a difficult thing in itself.
I have skills to make, and I need to study, but I also accept that because it's something I like and do again.
It's really hard to...
"It suits Ku - he looks like an adult - he looks colorful - he has cancer - and so, I like the one that is very blamey!
The customer's unscrupulous order.
With the success of bringing in new customers and ordering designs, Crewe seems to have completely forgotten that he had management concerns. "I'm getting rid of the whistle!" He said in a good mood and pulled into the back. I guess I went to my room.
I left behind the impossible challenge of a sexy, mature accessory that suits my tiny child, but how better for the heart than to be behaved strangely with a flying. Maybe.
"I don't know what a child is, it's true"
The chilling pair, who were looking at the glass case products, apparently heard Sputnik whining and turned to this one all together.
"Mr. Sputnik, are you worried about raising any children?
Though I'm not going to be raising a child, and not so much as a concern.
Sputnik tried to talk the whole way through the quirks of Crewe of the Day. - Then,
"Nuts."
"Hmmm......"
They seemed to have some idea, and they looked at each other.
Elsa smiled slightly awkward, as she blamed her nuts.
"You know something"
"I know, I mean... this must be it"
"Hmm?"
Elsa took the paper she had left on the counter.
That was the flyer that drew the arms of the nuts earlier. The surface on which its original use was depicted was directed towards Sputnik. "Patrick's donut shop, closing sale - thank you for your long patronage," he said.
"A donut shop near the square."
"Yeah. Mr. Patrick, your parents are so old that they decided to go home and inherit your shop. Krewe, I heard your friend and I went shopping for donuts today, and I was worried that Sputnik Jewellery was going to stop shopping one day."
"Hmm."
Sputnik is a runaway and has no home to return to. Also, even if I keep returning, I'm not willing to take over the family business. Our employees have a whole lot to worry about.
"So, the nut that happened to be there said, 'Well, aren't you okay? Then, of course, we'll close it when it stops making money.'"
"Ha, it's not just a general theory"
Nuts to pinch your mouth to excuse. But Elsa doesn't mind.
"Then Krew, 'If you do that, Ku will... Ku will be with Mr. Sputnik... but if you don't make money, because you don't have money... if you don't have money, Mr. Sputnik, because you can't hire employees...'"
I hit him in the tongue.
"Something extra."
"Yes, I was wrong to say it, and now I'm reflecting."
"Well, I'll scold you for the nuts"
Next to the nuts pointing his lips, Elsa clasped her shoulders. And.
"I may have caused you a lot of trouble, but please don't get mad at me about Crewe. Krewe just cares about this store. And more than that -"
More than that.
Open a beat, Elsa said.
"I just want to be with Mr. Sputnik."
... then I was, yes.
What a boring thing that idiot is bothering me, I thought...