The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

"You're welcome. Now lunch C is last-minute!

"Thanks! Luna, please."

"Yes! It was Mr. Table Six. Hey. I'll be right there.

One afternoon, Tsubame, a coffee shop that should normally be about to settle for its lunchtime peak, was showing more buzz than usual with uninterrupted legs.

I don't even know enough to queue just waiting for a seat to be vacant, but the table is mostly filled.

The atmosphere of the customers is more varied than usual.

Gentlemen-inspired men such as silk hats on swallow tail clothes and slightly more wide-ranging women who enjoy coffee and tea while lively playing conversation.

I can also see a bunch of people putting together an exotic outing.

People I don't usually see were coming to this coffee shop, the swordfish.

"But today is amazing. Oh, wash up!

"Thank you! Perhaps the passengers from the ships that came into the harbor have flown in?

Roland speaks to Luna as she returns to the kitchen after carrying the food.

The harbor in Harpertown's Portside district was full of unprecedented vigor. One reason for this is the port of call of the Violetta, a large passenger ship coming from abroad.

The latest large passenger ship, with more than 1,000 passengers combined, arrived with the Harpertown commercial port here in Craig country after a long voyage.

This is the first time such a large passenger ship has been launched in the harbour of Harpertown, where many overseas routes take place.

The newspaper, which told the story at the top of one side, was quickly sold out, and the city had become increasingly 'festive', including an increase in the number of visitors to Harpertown on railroads and boarding carriages in an attempt to get a glimpse of its passenger ship.

I got that aftermath, and today's "swordfish" also looks like I said it was busy in the morning.

Takumi, Nyarch, and Roland alone can't turn their manpower around, and Luna, who was just on vacation from my school, is also getting help in the morning.

Fidel also seems to be struggling alone in the newly entrusted ringing store Meauca.

The sounds of Karan Karan Karan and Bell rang from the door of the 'swordfish' showing such a bustle.

Apparently, we have another new customer.

"Oh, I'm coming!

"Whoa, say hello. Hey, I don't have a lot of B lunch left, so I'd like you to come over here and check it out if you want to duplicate my order!

Instead of Takumi, who is on his way to work in the station building, Roland gives instructions to Luna.

That instruction says, "Yes!" Leaving a pleasant reply, Luna ran out to the hall with Patapata.

"Thank you for waiting! Um... can I have seven people?

Luna's voice, welcoming the customer on the doorstep of the 'swordfish', was pushed up a little by the power of the customer.

That should be true, because it was a group that came to the store because they wanted to be muscular or not.

The men who come inside the store line up their words without worrying about Luna's presence.

"It's more of a dick shop than I thought."

"But you have a reputation for being the best store in this city, don't you?

"Well, it's a country town, isn't it?

"Well, fine. Now, which seats are available..."

Talking to each other, the men try to enter the store on their own.

In an attempt to stop it, Luna raised her full voice.

"Oh, um... sorry, so seven people...?

"Ahem? Miss Selvues?"

"You didn't look too tiny."

"Well, don't tell him that. But it's pretty crowded..."

Men looking around the bustling store.

Although a couple of tables are empty, there was unfortunately no place where the seven could sit together.

"I'm sorry. We're in the middle of something right now, so please wait here and I'll show you soon..."

"Well, I'll call you back."

"Oh, hey, wait a minute."

Without hearing Luna stop, one of the men goes between Zukazka and the table. Apparently, he's trying to speak to the people in the guest seats close to the window.

Then Nyarch, who was watching as he made his coffee at the counter, rushed closer to the man.

"I need you to wait a minute. I'm sure your seat will be available in a little while, so please wait over there."

"Hmm? Nothing. I asked the guests to move. They're free."

"That's a pain in the ass. It's going to be your compliment."

"Oh, Nyarch, that's good. That's good. Non is just about to leave. See, your brothers, use this seat."

So it was Sabbath, a regular guest, who took his seat.

When he drank all the way down without his post-meal cinnamon coffee, he pressed the cigarette cigarette he was smoking into the ashtray and took a seat.

Nyarch, who has made me care, knocks the cat ear down with a petan and lowers his head.

"I'm sorry..."

"Check it out. I'll let you sit over here, so get out of the way."

"Well, the seats are empty, so blame it on you guys. And if it's too tight in these places, they'll shrug their feet in time. See you next time, Nyarch."

"Keh, the old man..."

A man told a novel complains in a whisper.

Looks like Nyarch said he was low on his head as he received the price for his meal.

Then when Nyarch and Luna came back to the counter to pick up the water and napkins, Roland, who got himself out of the kitchen, called out.

"You look like a bad customer..."

"Uh-huh? Did you hear what I just said?

"My ears are big. It was in my ear."

Roland speaks pointing to a raven ear that is growing a little from his head.

Luna, on the other hand, looks restless.

"I was a little scared to be honest......"

"Well, if it feels like that, you should be careful after this."

"Well, we have a lot of customers. But customers are customers."

"That's what I do, but I don't know... Luna, are you okay if I stay in the hall?

"Yeah, I'm just a little surprised, I'm fine. Still trying."

"But you can't do it, can you? That's right... Mr. Nyarch, can I leave the line to Mr. Nyarch? Luna feels like she's going to focus on other customers. So, I'm careful over here, so if anything happens, please read it."

"Roger that! Something about you, Roland!

"No, I wonder if my master would say that. Is Luna okay with this, too?

"Thank you. Thank you. I'll help you, I'll do my best!

"But you should never be able to. Be sure to do this when it gets tough. Okay?"

"Ugh! Brother Roland, thank you for worrying!

"All right, then, let's get back to work!

Nyarch and Luna also nodded loudly at Roland's hanging and went back to their respective holding areas.

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"Thank you for waiting! First, I brought three A lunches and a large assortment of Arrows! I'll have the rest with me soon after this."

I brought the dish Nyarch was able to cook under an earlier group.

The men then push the cigarette they were smoking with the paka into the ashtray.

"Huh, are you finally here?"

"I'm starving already... Oh, can I get a replacement for the water?

"I don't know!

"Not even our share. I'm waiting. Come on."

"I'm sorry. Please wait a little longer."

Nyarch carries the rest of the pieces in order as he successfully embellishes the men who verbally make requests.

The men either lined up quickly or cheeky with the food they ordered before them.

"than I thought, this" White Fish Fried Him, "

"Chi and it's hard, but yeah, well, doesn't that sound pretty good?

"Is that the guy on top who fried the fish? I wish I had meat."

"You're honestly eating fish. By the way, this pato is pretty good too."

"Whoa, I thought so, too. Um, is it" Karubonara "? It looks like feminine food, but it's surprisingly punchy."

"Yes, Tocino (bacon) is gobbled up, and I hear guttural pepper. Come on, man."

"You guys don't have eyes to look at. This' Tori to Roll 'is the best. Look at the gravy overflowing from this puffy chicken."

"Yes, yes. And this white sauce. He's amazing. It's amazing, but it's refreshing. I think there are too many cheesy vegetables, but this white sauce makes me eat it. So, he..."

"Ah! Temee, no! Give it to me too!!

One of the men saw a small metal water bottle called a skittle removed from his nostrils, and a line made a fuss.

With such a line in mind, a man mouths the skittle and gobbles up the liquid inside.

And when I exhaled one puhar, I exhaled furiously.

Then the other guys, they just can't wait to take the skittle away from each other.

Nyarch, who saw the noise, rushed to the men.

"I'm sorry. I wish you wouldn't open it here."

"Ahem? Maybe a little bit better. I'm asking you to do it right!

"Um, but I want it to go away in the store.

"In the first place, it would be bad if you didn't put one of the liquors in this store."

"You don't keep alcohol because this is a coffee shop. Yikes. If you want alcohol, the store will be different."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

With a reluctantly said look, I show you a look that makes me miss Skittle.

Nyarch was relieved that he managed to figure it out, but the next moment, a man went into unexpected behavior.

What a man, once he opened the lid of a skittle he tried to miss and poured it into an empty cup.

And then I miss Skittle again, lifting the corner of my mouth and a humble grin.

"Look, he (...) did it. You're not complaining about this, are you?

"To..."

"Sir, can you give me a break around here?

From behind Nyarch, who is in trouble by knocking down his cat ear with a petan, Roland put out a helpship.

Roland speaks with the tone kept low so as to dampen his anger.

However, in Roland, which still appears to be only about whether or not adults have been reached, it appears to have been a little underpowered.

"Why is he the head of this shop?"

"Uh, the kid's home. He's home. Look, we're customers."

"Yeah, well, if you're at the store, do it with your mom."

"Oh, my God, no!

Roland tries to leave it to anger to get his hands on.

But Nyarch grabs the hem desperately and holds it back.

No matter how disrespectful the guests are, they are. I'm not allowed to raise my hand from this one.

Roland regained his calm in the tearful appearance of Nyarch.

"Excuse me. It's just that we're not playing either, we're doing it in business. If you want someone in your spare time, please go to a store."

"Why, he freaked out."

"Is it only the first time you have a good prestige?"

"... I'll just say it again. This shop is like a coffee shop, so please refrain from bringing drinks. If you can't do that, please go home."

Roland speaks angrily.

A clenched fist was shaking with a pull.

"Oh, I can't hear you. I'm such an important customer, huh? You think you can do something cheerful like kick out a" guest "?"

"Hey, Temehe is just fine too..."

One of the men, who had just put a skittle on his mouth, stands up with a cup in one hand.

You just perceived the disturbing air, and the other men try to get into a stop.

But the move didn't seem to make it a step.

The man who put the cup at hand over Roland's head flipped that cup upside down.

The liquid in the cup spills in a bash and wets Roland.

Lorando, who has just lost his grip on the sack, leads to the man with an angry eye.

Takumi, who had finished her work at the station building and returned to the 'swordfish' with one man, saw just the moment.