The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

(Uh, I want to sleep...)

Camilo, who placed the large envelope he was holding beside him on the table slightly, took it deep into the chair and sighed.

The envelope Camilo brought is an article manuscript for sending from the local branch office to headquarters.

The newspaper at work in Camilo was supposed to send manuscripts written up by reporters affiliated with the branch office to the headquarters in Roses City each morning by handling train baggage flights.

Arrangements for sending manuscripts were to be made by young reporters, and Camilo was on duty to carry around today.

It is a hassle to get up earlier than usual. But Camilo had found only one pleasure in it. That's what stops at the Coffee Shop 'Tsubame', which is co-located in the station building. Having a delicious morning here was an inspiration for Camilo.

That said, if you wake up early, it's natural to want to sleep. Especially since I was forced to rewrite the manuscript late yesterday, I feel sleepless more than usual. Camilo hangs on his chair and slays him again and again.

To Camilo like that, Takumi, who had carried water and an amulet, called out.

"Thank you for using today. If you have luggage, the station staff will come later, could you please wait a moment?

"Oh, oh, you're the usual rookie. Copy that."

Takumi bows her head to Camilo, who replies with a slight rub on her eyes.

"Thank you. I'm at the counter too, so call me if you need anything. And you can choose normal toast and cheese toast for today's mornings, what should we do?

"Nice. Then, cheese, please."

Yes, Takumi answered briefly and went back to the counter.

Returning to the counter, when the chopped and placed mice (corn) bread is removed from the cage, add the pre-sliced cheese onto it and into the grill of the oven stove.

Today's cheese is a specialty that Gardo asked me to make.

Previously used in the 'swordfish' is a hard cheese called Kesso, which has been salted for preservation.

Kesso is a popular food in the area and is often used like a "seasoning" of dishes by mopping it down.

This is very tasty, but Takumi felt it was not very suitable for use as an "ingredient” like gratin, doria, and cheese toast like it is today because of its slightly salty taste and the difficulty of "melting” through the fire.

So today's special cheese is what I requested from Gardo from the beginning of the coffee shop. The prototype was repeated with the goal of eliminating Kesso's weaknesses, "saltiness" and ”lack of melting".

Prototyping of cheese, which required a maturation period, required seasonal time. Still, by repeating the prototype with courage, Takumi finally completed the cheese the other day, delivering the flavor he had in mind and a sense of “melting”.

Above mythbread, thinly sliced cheese was fast starting to say futz in the grill. The place where the bread is placed is finely adjusted by Takumi's hand so that the bread is not too burnt.

When I looked up in the face between the tasks, Theo came under Camilo and proceeded with the requested luggage flight.

The two talking voices were also sounding like Takumi at the counter. Takumi, rather, hears the conversation between the two.

"Yes, the process is OK. Please keep this one."

"Thank you. So nice to see you again today... wow... sorry for the inconvenience"

"Sounds like a lot of sleep. Did you finish the manuscript late yesterday?

"Yeah, the Branch Chief ordered me to rewrite it over and over... thanks to you, I slept three hours last night. It's not gonna happen that way in this peaceful city, and I thought I'd give you a break at noon somewhere."

"Fine, I work all day in this station building, so there's no hippo to skip."

"For that matter, we can go home on time properly, okay? We're like each other."

Takumi laughs bitterly at the two of her generation who spill work stupidity on each of them, well, can't help but be young...

Cheese toast was baking up while I was listening to the conversation between the youngsters. Takumi, when the baked toast is placed on a small plate, prepares a large, partitioned plate on the cross.

Each compartment of the cross dish was carefully served with burst (sausage) cooked with toast, sanaolia (carrot) salad made and set aside, ketchup-soaked pato (pasta) and boiled eggs.

Takumi's ears, who finished serving and tried to carry the items of the order, capture the conversation between the two young men again.

"Oh, isn't there some funny stuff... Yes, there was no celebrity who recently used this station building? For example, a courtesan from somewhere..."

"Hmm, are you a celebrity..."

"Theo, you can't."

Theo, who shows his imaginary face, called from behind. Takumi, who has carried the morningset she was able to, stares at Theo with her eyebrows in the letter Ha.

Speaking from an unexpected direction, Theo returned his words to Takumi, surprised.

"I know. Stationer, don't leak around who used this station...... right?

"That's right. That's also important to the customer's peace of mind. More than that, aren't we talking a little too much? It's time to start the ticket soon, right?

Theo checks the wall clock so he can get into Takumi's sight. The clock needle pointed around eight numbers for both long and short needles. The ticket for the starting train, which leaves at exactly 9: 00, is supposed to start at 8: 45. Theo, after jerking off, held the baggage handling envelope he had just left from Camilo aside and went back to preparing his sleaze and ticket.

"Mr. Camilo, too, don't be too young for our little one. Hey, sorry to keep you waiting. Morning set for your order, cheese toast.

Takumi lines up the morning set in front of Camilo, gently stabbing the nail. It's just that Camilo's still young there, too. He returned the words with a loss to Takumi and a grin on his mouth.

"Mr. Takumi, the hard guard, can't do it. But I thought Teo, the newbie, could pull something out."

"Well, I understand your pattern as a reporter, but if I see you next, I'll ban you from entering and leaving this store."

"Whoa, please don't let this delicious morning get out of hand"

Camilo laughed at Kerakera and burst into hot cheese toast.

The cheese dissolved in the trout stretches out to pull the yarn and is about to drip down. The hasty Camilo took the dripping Atsuatsu cheese by hand.

"Eh! But yeah, it's rich... it always looks good!

"It seems to fit your mouth. Most importantly. I'll bring you coffee soon."

Takumi said that, after a grace, he went back to the counter.

Camilo woke up completely with the heat and thrust of cheese toast. He proceeded to eat one morning set after the other as the belly worm began to move.

If you put your teeth up on the roasted burst, the skin will bounce tight and plenty of gravy will overflow into your mouth. The fat sauce was washed away by a refreshingly seasoned salad of sanaolia. The contrast between the prickly burst and the crisp sanaolian texture is also exquisite.

The pato served with the salad is lightly sautéed and its distinctive aroma stirs the appetite. The sweetness and acidity of ketchup also seemed to go well with Pato.

Speaking of which......, one more question arises behind Camilo's brain as he goes on eating mornings.

These are the ingredients that have recently become commonly served in this store, but have never been seen before in this area. Besides, I remember a newspaper article a while ago telling me that this pato was revealed at a party at some embassy and that the import of pato was about to (...) begin in earnest.

This pato will then be a precious ingredient that has just begun to be imported from abroad. Naturally, it can't even be on the market around here at this stage -.

- So why can you cook with pato so early in this store...?

Camilo's heart made a fuss. This may smell like special dane. Even if you can't ask about the customers in the station building, it is possible that Takumi will also be interviewed if it concerns this store.

Takumi, with the set of coffee in her hand, just came back under Camilo, who was so thought-provoking.

"Thank you for waiting. Cinnamon coffee."

Takumi tries to serve a cup of coffee all the way to Camilo's front when he puts it on the tray on the plate.

Just because he couldn't wait for that graceful trick, Camilo hit Takumi with the questions that had boiled earlier.

"Mr. Takumi, this pato is definitely a precious thing to be imported from abroad, isn't it? I can't believe you let that out in the mornings at all costs... where the hell are you purchasing it from?

"Huh? Oh, is that Pato? This is er..."

"Well, this is what I gave you."

An old man, sitting in the seat next to Camilo and reading through the newspaper, called out, as if to send out a helpship to Takumi, who for a moment said: Camilo unexpectedly turns to the seat next door where his voice was uttered.

"Uh, are you... aren't you Sabbath Silva, the sensitive buyer of the Silva Chamber of Commerce! We're out of time."

Camilo hurries up and bows his head when he realizes it was the leading man in the land sitting next to him.

Old Sabbath nodded one at Uhm and spoke to a young newspaper reporter he had previously known.

"I wonder if the Lord did say Camilo or something. Unfortunately, there's no such thing as an article in this matter. This pato is an exposition souvenir from Washi, simply part of our service to our customers. Then, with the help of Lord Takumi, I'd like to see Pato's reaction around here."

To that word, Camilo recalls an article he called before. Yes, I'm sure Pato's deal involves the Silva Chamber of Commerce...

"Speaking of which, even at Mr. Sabbath's, you got involved in Pato's deal, didn't you? I read it in an article. Right, it was something Mr. Sabbath plugged in, wasn't it? Um, I thought it might be some kind of secret route too... too bad"

Sabbath laughed and comforted the disappointed young reporter.

The mystery of Pato's birth, which boiled inside Camilo, apparently led to a light self-resolution. Takumi takes a sneak breath and then again speaks to Camilo.

"That means you're always helping with Mr. Sabbath's help. It may not have lived up to your expectations, but yes, it's tough even with cases that make it special."

"That being said, this city is too peaceful... There's no such thing as an article. Well, I know it's best if nothing happens... you know what I mean? This pain in my ass?

Camilo, who looked stupidly attached to him, took the words further to the two of them listening in silence.

"I want to be called a first-rate reporter soon! I want to catch the scoop before anyone else and let the guys at HQ say it's amazing!

Sabbath smiles painfully and softly craves young people who are still immature, but futuristic.

"Well, well, you guys are so powerful. Besides, as a citizen, I'd appreciate it if we didn't have a case that would be such an amazing scoop."

"It's not like I want anything noisy to happen. That's what makes it okay for politicians to talk to each other or some chamber of commerce. Well, just now, the ambassador of the country that did bring Pato seems young and big looking handsome, so some secret love romance discovery! That sounds interesting."

To that word, Takumi unexpectedly looks at Sabbath. The old man, who was at the end of his gaze, was about to blow out the water that was in his mouth.

Shit, that might seem suspicious right now...... Takumi and Sabbath talk with each other looking at how to fix it.

But he was intoxicated by his words and narrowed his horizons, and Camilo was going about one story without realizing at all how those two were.

"Well, anyway, if you're in a first-rate hotel room in Springside (Hot Springs Street), it's hard to believe that a common store like here would have an ambassador in the first place..."

To Camilo's somewhat disrespectful words, as he had decided somewhere, Takumi did not affirm or deny, just smiled silently.

Sabbath, who perceived the change in air, pinches his mouth so as to hold the two together.

"Well, well, a scoop is something that will eventually come around. Don't miss your chance then. Yes, Camilo, could you ask me to cover one more time?

"Huh? Is that an interview?

"Um, if you're a newspaper reporter too, you know next time you can have a new ice mill that we funded on Portside? Because the factory will be finished soon. So, Camilo, if you'll excuse me, I think I'll have the site covered once before the official revelation...?

To Sabbath's offer, Camilo arms up and roars hmm.

"Um, is this factory coverage... it's a little plain, isn't it? It's also hard to make it an interesting article..."

"Right, well, I'm not saying I can't. If you're not interested... well, let's ask Donato-kun..."

The name Sabbath spoke of potpourri belonged to a rival paper young reporter. Highly skilled and acclaimed for his local origins, he is at a glance in the region's newspaper industry.

Even though it is not my favorite story, it is my competitors who take it. Faster than I thought, words were popping out of Camilo's mouth.

"I will! Let me do it!

Sabbath smiled occasionally at the words that were indeed as expected, given back by Camilo. Sabbath, who decides that it is time to proceed at once, tells Takumi to place an additional order.

"Mm-hmm. Then I thought I'd give you a quick meeting. Lord Takumi, if you'll excuse me, put two coffee substitutes on me for every morning of his life."

Yes, I did, leaving a word, and Takumi tries to get back to the counter. At that time, the entrance to the store became Kalankolohn, and the new station staff called out.

"Takumi, it's time for your ticket. Sooo!

"Okay. I'm on my way. Then, Nyarch, I'd like you to come to Mr. Sabbath with two coffee replacements."

"It's so aiming!

While receiving Nyarch's voice on his back, Takumi takes control of his hat as a station clerk, which is placed in an accounting space near the entrance to the coffee shop. At that time, a calendar hung on the wall went into view.

(Speaking of which, your next visit will be soon next month...)

In Takumi's head, who looked at the calendar, there came up “two regular guests who often use private rooms”.

Although Camilo still needs' more growth ', if he witnessed that “scene," he must be colored. Rather, it was also conceived that his youth would spread the topic in unexpected directions.

Then something might need to be done the next time you arrive… Takumi thought of the “next booking date” while wearing the hat securely.