"Good morning. Master, Asako."

"Oh, you. Good morning."

"Morning, honey."

On Saturday morning, when I went to work, I greeted the old couple, the owner, and put on the apron.

They are cleaning the store and arranging the chairs.

The master is Hiroshiro Hiroshima, and his wife is Mariko Hiroshima.

This is my part-time destination, a small coffee shop secluded in the back alley of the mall.

I used to do classic convenience store chains, fast food clerks, etc, but that rush didn't suit my skin very well...

When I was wondering what kind of part-time job I could last, my first cut was into this store so that I could be attracted to fluttering.

In the antique calm atmosphere of the store, the aroma and delicacy of the master's brewed coffee - it was love at first sight.

"It's Service Day, right? I'll stick it out and make it!

"Don't push it. If you do, you'll work too hard, so I'm worried about Obasan."

"What the hell. Asako has added more menus in charge, so we're going to make it a lot easier."

"Hehe. So let's get ready to open up."

He didn't recruit a part-time job, but he said he couldn't do it and asked me to hire him.

Because this restaurant, Coffee Hinata, was scheduled to close in a few months due to management difficulties.

After that, we rebuilt our management with the help of various people, and to this day.

If nothing happens like this, I plan to work in this store until I graduate from high school.

"No, master. What happens when you put salt or pepper in the cocoa? I saw it in a magazine or something before."

"Yeah? Right...... salt would enhance sweetness, and pepper would make it smell better in some cases. Combined with the natural potency of cocoa, your body will warm up even more. Do you know what a spicy cocoa is?

"No. Do you even put cinnamon in it?

"Cinnamon is also correct. Others, ginger, chili, nutmeg, cardamom… there are many variations to match. It has a variety of flavors and aromas and is interesting."

"Heh. Maybe I'll give it a try next time"

"Look, we're both stopping hands. Men want to talk about savings right away."

"Oh, excuse me"

Next to my apology, I leave a bitter smile and the master goes to put out a sign.

I keep cooking even in the meantime, and when I make the dough I pour it into the mold.

At the time they are cooked up about three, the regular person who always comes to the store first thing in the morning opens the door and comes in.

"Welcome"

"Morning, Master. A set of mornings."

"Yes, sir."

When I hear the order, the master starts grinding the beans with a manual mill.

After a while, the store smells good... Yes, this is it.

Rich fragrance, yet harmonious and delicate - no, my vocabulary (wow) is poor and I can't describe the goodness of this fragrance.

I would have a preference but the deep richness and aftertaste acidity is great even if I drink it and I love my master's brewed coffee.

Morning regulars order a lot of toast, pasta, etc., which is the morning set, so they switch to your main prep once.

Will the appearance of the baked goods just now start at about 10: 00 a.m.?

Ask about cooking and ordering, and move around busily cleaning tables to wash dishes, etc.

As the wave of regular people combining breakfast draws, the appearance of young women begins to increase slightly.

"Welcome - Ah, Mr. Saito"

"Os, Shoreline. It's Service Day, so I'm here for a cake."

"Thanks. Are you alone today?

"Yeah, I'll meet you here because I'm going shopping with a friend. I'll see you two later."

"Well, please come to the table."

"Yes."

Place the chiffon cake, cut into larger pieces, on a plate and bring with the blended coffee with the raw cream.

Daily cake set, for 500 yen one coin.

The usual price is 100 yen higher than this... I personally think that the difference of 100 yen is not foolish for students.

So I'm relatively busy every Saturday when prices drop.

It was the chiffon cake for this daily set that stirred, molded and baked in bulk all morning.

Capturing young customers who were a weakness in this store… For this reason, it was only a week after the start of the part-time job that I suggested offering the cake cheaper on a daily basis.

As far as I'm concerned, there was only toast and pasta in the restaurant's food menu and sophisticated hot cake in the sweet stuff.

Chocolate cake on the permanent menu because I don't have enough hands, plus I can only make up to one kind of precision, so it took the form of daily offerings by purchasing.

The meritorious person who spread word of mouth about this store like that can actually be this Saito-san.

Even now that the internet is in full swing, the influence of direct reviews offline seems to be alive and well.

Nowadays, that spread to give local college students a good look.

"Oh, Kissie, cake set for me too"

"Cross, me, too."

"Shoreline, coffee change. Chiffon cake fluffy. Yum."

"... Yes, please wait a moment"

How can my name be so brazen by people?

I heard the order coming from Saito-san's table, which was growing to three women when I realized it.

This time is a little busy… Near noon, the age group will come to the store again and the store will be quiet.

From 3 p.m. onwards to early hours of the night, the younger crowd will be busy again.

It's the moment when you feel the shop spinning well, matching the original customer base.

"Thank you"

Saito and the others leave the store satisfied.

He said he'd come back if he had money after shopping... but hopes are dim if it feels like that.

I'll leave it to the momentum to buy a lot of things, Nori, then. Ah.

At one point, I was worried that too many young people were destroying the quiet store atmosphere.

But the two of them were fortunate to affirm that they were happy that their grandchildren seemed to have many more.

Sometimes the customer and the regular visiting time had not been so much, and there was no customer separation as a result, so it was a real relief at the time.

Saito dropped them off, and Sussumptuously Mariko dropped by me when I got back to the cooking area.

This man is young in movement and sensibility for his age.

So he asks me this for what it is.

"You're hot. If it's one of those three, who's better?

"Please don't, Mariko. About two thirds of them have boyfriends, right?

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"I'm not sorry."

Rear charge explosion - don't you have to?

Anyway, I want you to bring your boyfriend to the store. Contribute to sales.

By the way, one third of the places that are free are Mr. Saito. Unfortunately, the competition rate is high.

After a busy morning and peak time at lunch, the time when the guests settled down a little.

It was Hidehei who, unlike last night, totally rejuvenated himself.

"Yo, whoa. I'm here to chill out because I'm free!

"... Master, give this guy Blue Mountain straight"

"Here, you."

"Hey, hey! I don't drink nearly 1,000 yen a cup! It's not a noble tongue!

"If you're here, ask for something. Or I'll force you to drink black ivory."

"Don't let my January pennies fly!... uh... with blended coffee and pizza toast. If you're free, talk to me."

Black ivory, by the way, is a special coffee bean that can be picked from elephant manure (Hmm), the finest bean from thousands of yen a cup.

A regular gentleman who decides perfectly in his suit will order it occasionally (occasionally), so he also handles a small amount at our store.

When Hidehira saw that no one else was here, she invited me to the table.

I'm still at work... when I look at the masters, I smile gently that I don't mind.

"Go away, honey. It wasn't even lunch, was it? I'll make something."

"Oh, is that okay? Then... in Napolitan."

"Yes, sir. I'll take it to my seat, so slow down. With your friends."

"Thank you! Wow, there you go."

"Oh, I'm coming now. Now, sweeten to your words and go to rest."

"Yeah, go ahead"

I'm talking about Hidehei, and I guess we're talking about the game anyway, even though I think so.

I have trouble being aware that my face is a little loose.