Ordinary I and Extraordinary Them

Even after Shizuku left, the crew never showed up just standing alone in front of the station with Potun.

It was time for my smartphone to start vibrating, both temporally and at my spiritual limits.

What a rarity, time for a call.

What you see on the screen is a strange number.

At this time, I guess one of the crew has been calling late.

... You didn't give me my phone number.

Answer that call while I doubt it.

Then, what I heard was someone I'm already used to hearing, but unexpected.

"Oh, is that true? I'm Watanabe."

"Good morning...... how do you know my number"

I have trouble getting a normal call from my supervisor.

My spine stretched a little even though it was on the phone.

Regardless of the phone number of the house, there are no privacy shards when it comes to knowing even your cell phone number.

Dr. Watanabe answered my question as a matter of course.

"Look it up from the number on the student roster, more about today's internship..."

Just a little bit, I thought I found out what the phone was about to say to that voice that sounded hesitant.

Even though the rally time had passed, I was somewhat guessing at a time when I was the only one wearing it here.

"Today's internship...... Nomura and Noda were absent due to ill health"

"Which is Noda which is Nomura......?

Why is there a "field” on your last name?

Because it's similar, you don't know which is Noda and which is Nomura.

He said Nomura was a female student and Noda was a male student.

I got a phone call this morning, and until yesterday, I was fine, but when I woke up in the morning, I had a fever.

It's a clear lie, but in recognition of this, they contacted the corporate side earlier.

No way, Dotacan.

I'm pretty sure this has made a bad impression on students on the corporate side.

It's just, let me tell you something, it's convenient that squad behavior is gone.

When I hang up the phone from my position, I take a trip straight from the station to the hotel where I can already see the top of the building.

It shouldn't be my fault that the footprint was slightly lighter.

I'm sorry about the hotel side, but I need you to put in a call to the school side for any complaints later.

Just for a little while, let's move on for about three hours.

I did not omit it for reasons such as the fact that it has become cumbersome to explain the process to this day from the telephone in charge.

I just normally spent my day as a hotelier by saying hello after arriving at my internship hotel.

That, too, is so silent that it doesn't feel interesting, from cleaning the room to working at the front desk.

If you were looking for unexpectedness, would you have experienced even the work of a retailer in addition to the work that was within your imagination?

The store could not find a difference between the job entirely part-time, but let's just say this is also an experience.

He did what he was told to do in silence, working only with the goal of taking notes lightly and taking points.

I don't get paid, I don't get rewards for working, etc.

Bites and jobs are rewarding because there are returns commensurate with labor.

So it's not a problem that I don't feel anything about something called work at this moment right now.

It was when I was walking down the hall looking for my next job after an hour's rest.

I was spoken to by one man from behind.

"I'm sorry, do you have a minute?

"Yes?... What's up?

Looking back, a little behind the hallway stood a man.

He looks good in a suit, he's a sinister man.

"You're a face I don't see...... a trainee?

"... no, I was only here for a day's work experience"

Is he about his age, but in his early forties?

He was a seemingly bitter impression, which seemed somewhat serious.

From time to time, I return to the remarks made as if I were using the hotel, in the words said in the morning ceremony.

If I say this, I can avoid the general problem as well.

"Well, then, you were listening to Sakura no Hill School students."

"... yes, but who is it?

No...

This person is not a regular customer.

Definitely an associate of this hotel.

But if you're in a suit, you should be watching it when you say hello, and you can't miss someone who seems to have a strong impression in terms of being tough in a way.

So there was nature and words out there.

It's an internship, but if you wear a company uniform rather than a school uniform, you have to deal with them quite a bit.

Make facial expressions as free of coarse phases as possible.

"There's only one person today, so you're really good."

I didn't answer this question, the man said.

Unconsciously, I noticed wrinkles leaning between my eyebrows.

Sometimes you didn't answer your own questions, but be more alert to knowing your name than that.

I was asking myself if there would be an answer to the question in the short conversation I had had had so far.

"I need to talk to you for a minute, will you give me some time?

"I don't mind...... but are you sure after you've spoken to your employees?

"No, you don't have to worry about that. I want you to come here because I'll talk to you."

As if you already know the structure of the hotel, proceed down the hotel corridor in the form of chasing the back of a man who walks a little further ahead of me.

On that back, walking or a little vibe resembles someone else.

But I decided to follow that resemblance while maintaining a certain distance, not knowing just who it was.