Kurchiza woke up early in the morning feeling loud and making some noise upstairs.
In the coffee shop building, everyone lives upstairs in a room for two. Kurtiza is in the same room as Bannadar in his hometown.
The only exception is that Erna, who was originally in the same room as her brother Ares, was kicked out because Ares and I started using one room after her uncle arrived, so much so that she was alone in the small room that was the storage next door.
Although Erna is essentially the owner's proxy for this coffee shop and no one has ever seen the true owner's face, all coffee shop policies are communicated through Erna, so no one has anything to complain about, even if one Erna was a more luxurious single room. Not to mention that one room in Erna was originally a storage room used instead of a Nado, and given the shared part of the room for two, it seemed smaller than the place occupied by anyone in the coffee shop members. There, I also brought in paperwork related to coffee shop money, so there's only enough room in the room for one Elna to finally have a chair to sit in.
No one, on behalf of Erna, wanted that private room or anything else.
That soon marked a month of reopening, with a week of cosplay opening, and the atmosphere of an underworld coffee shop without made-to-measure coffee, each of which meant creating a different costume. The proposal is, of course, Erna.
Kurchiza, who was a good sewer, took it into his own hands, so he worked on the ground floor late last night, getting sleepy along the way and resting as he was.
I admire the fact that I made something quite creepy on my own, making sure that some loaded pieces, such as clothes and coverings, came up around me.
After a while of letting it go, I remember dreaming before I woke up. That was life on the creepy clothes and clothes that I had made now, and that I was still about to make, and when I was playing with the members of the coffee shop, they suddenly attacked me like a demon. I think, in fact, it reminds me that Erna is manipulating it in the back, or that the person who thought it was Erna is actually a worn figurine, and from what everyone on the staff calls Yu-san, an exotic and monster culinary genius who recently came in as a kitchen staff. Krutiza had been immersed in reminiscence for a while, saying that it was just a dream to try to be surrounded by something like this, and that it was a disjointed content.
It's still dawning white outside, and despite the time the morning atmosphere comes, it's still supposed to be quiet time, but I can hear something from upstairs for now. Upstairs up the hallway next to the dining room on the ground floor should be the kitchen as soon as you climb. But when it comes to making noises there, it's not hard to imagine that Yu is getting ready for work today as soon as possible. All day today, Ares should also be there, so if you think you're even at the mercy of a new dish, that may be the case, but for that there are too many people who feel like they're moving up there.
Besides, it was felt that something pretty big, and heavy, was moving around the kitchen or talking. Are a few people awake from their own room in the back? Breakfast and dinner were supposed to be eaten here every morning on the coffee shop floor. By the way, there is no time for such a slow lunch, so it is the routine of the Kurtizas to take turns pinching snacks and other things like salads in bread, such as sandwiches, that are prepared in the kitchen by his uncle's hand.
Of course, at such an early hour, there shouldn't be anything to get you up to stumble on. But if there was such a thing, Kurtiza wouldn't be the only one who felt like that uncle was going to offer something like a welcome, more evening meal on his arm - something like that.
If so, Kurtiza, who endured last night even though everyone was still asleep doing it and was belly hungry, rose from the couch she had made into a temporary bed overnight, trying to yawn herself too.
Kurtiza sneaks up the stairs to hold onto the scene if he's making something and then appears, saying it's hard to sneak up on the spill as well, because of the change of plans he made to make something delicious.
The stone staircase, unlike a coffee shop building like this, didn't seem to tell upstairs that the barefoot kurtiza was going up, and the ones in the kitchen didn't seem to notice this one at all, and they seemed obsessed with something to talk about.
(What? Oh, you're not making food, are you?
Certainly not getting any smell. Of course, even in the sweets where they are made, if my uncle is cooking, it is my uncle's culinary characteristic that he smells pretty good. Uncle's culinary aesthetics have to be delicious, or even tasty, including not just the taste but the look and smell.
A bit of a disappointment Kurtiza, but one of the two shadows there was a small shadow as familiar with the coffee shop staff, and the contrasting huge, unusual thing turned this way across that little thing, and I accidentally shouted.
"Cah! monster!!."
Kurchiza went down the stairs like butterflies and immediately opened the doors of the front door vigorously and popped out. But I thought maybe that compound would come from behind, and I went back to close the door. Still staying there, Krutiza pops out in the middle of the street saying he might break through the front door.
I shouted desperately in the street and made a scene when I touched that there was a monster upstairs in the coffee shop.
"It's a lot! A witchless woman was about to be eaten by a demonic monster!
"What?
Early in the morning, there were a handful of things that were out on the street, but a few guys and so on who were about to go out to the market come by. Some of them always flew in when the coffee shop woke up, Zattoo and Brandle. What? What? A dozen men and women come together.
Although there have been shouting out loud to the still quiet city, the members of the Coffee Shop at the beginning of Kulchiza are also new to the town, as are Erna and Ares. I shouldn't have been able to hang out with so many neighbors, but it was surprising that they could care so much from around the neighborhood.
"What's the matter, Kurtiza?
The first person who spoke to me was Zattoo. There's no such thing as a strong seal, but it always flies in the coffee shop and shuts me up just because I get troubled guests. He's quite a man. It's the same with the brandle.
"It's a monster! I was about to take a woman in a witch and eat her while some monster spoke horribly.
"Terrible voice? Did I tell you I was gonna eat you or something?
"Uh, the monster said..." What was it? 'Could it have been.
"Huh? 'What was it'?
Though he asked if it was some kind of mistake, he persuaded him that it would never happen, and Kurtiza lets a few of the inflexible men stand ahead of him and go upstairs with their legs unplugged.
Around the entrance, too, many were waiting with scoops and scissors to surround the entrance to the stairs. As Kurtiza is stiffened with trembling behind the men going upstairs, someone lurks their footsteps back from among the men who went upstairs. It was the leading brand that was inviting Kurtiza from upstairs.