The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

Sophia Marimaid was the one in the car that day. The conductor speaks to her looking out blurry.

"Excuse me. May I see your ticket?

"Yes, please."

When Sophia hands over the ticket, the conductor quickly puts the iron in. And when I returned the ticket to offer respectfully, I graciously moved to the next vehicle.

Sofia was the only passenger on the first class car. The space of silence is engraved with a rhythm played by a wheel and a track called Gatangoton.

The interior of the car is very cozy, set to create a calm atmosphere that will never be gorgeous.

If I kept my body on a soft sofa that would flutter me around, I could feel so relaxed that it made me forget that this was the train and that I was on a long journey.

Looking out the window, the mountain trees were colored beneath the high and clear sky. The landscape of the fields, which marked the harvest period in front of it, extends.

Before a harsh winter, it's a beautiful landscape unique to this season that feels the most “fruitful” of the year.

But the landscape that made me feel its fruitful happiness was also only blurred in Sofia's eyes today.

(What the hell should I look like and see you...?

Sophia's face is distressed and her sigh leaks out.

Two months after the last encounter with “that one”. Sophia, whose time had come again, was on her way to Harpertown to fulfill the promise she had made at the end of the meeting two months earlier.

Wouldn't it disturb his mind again, or would it do the same less rude things of upset as before - “our only behavior” that I showed at the end of my last encounter had been tickling Sophia's heart for the past two months.

Let's not think too much about it now. Because as long as you hold on to yourself, you'll be fine...

Sophia shook her neck gently to the side, and again it crept onto the couch, starting to blur and gaze at the window.

The sound of a gatangoton carved into a quiet first class car is pleasant. I listened quietly to that tone, and Sophia closed her eyelids quietly.

Would it have been a while? A voice accidentally jumped into Sophia's ear, which had only fallen asleep.

"I apologize for the rest of the day. We will be arriving shortly at the end station, Harpertown. Thank you for packing your baggage."

The Lord of Voices has come to announce the arrival of the conductor at the end station.

When Sophia puts her residence right, she returns a thank you to the conductor.

"Thank you very much. Yes, you're already arriving."

"Welcome, excuse me for the rest of the day. Still, Master Sophia, you look a lot happier today. Was there anything good about it?

Sophia unwittingly laughs at the unexpected words from the conductor.

I knew I was looking forward to it. Being able to leave work and relax for a little while. And to be alone with “that one”...

Sophia was made aware of her feelings by the words of the conductor. Returns words to the conductor with a slight dye of cheeks.

"Yeah, I'm sure there's something good waiting for you."

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"Nah, I thought you'd say? Unfortunately, I'm not that maiden."

There was a figure of Sophia laughing and talking to Kerakera in the coffee shop "Tsubame," where the day was leaning a little.

Sitting face-to-face is Sabbath picking up his business partner, a young banker (bunker).

Sabbath, an old merchant, praises Sofia's “improvisational story” of thinking in the car.

"That's a pretty romantic story. Lord Sophia was not only a merchant, but also a brilliant man."

"I'll take care of it in my spare time. It's just a proper spin. There's so much talk in the world."

When Sophia said so, she lifted the cup of tae (tea) that had been carried at hand and brought it closer to her mouth.

From the slightly orange red liquid comes a refreshing fragrance containing elegance.

Included in the mouth, the sweetness and flavour characteristic of the tae, added sugar sweetness there, seems to soothe the tired body on a long train journey.

Taste that always makes me ho. But Sophia felt the difference from the tae she had received before.

Yes, there was some kind of tongue-stimulating stimulus added to the tape today - spiciness.

Sophia continues to sip two or three taes in an attempt to discern who the spiciness is. Then I got some sort of pokapoka and body warming feeling.

Today, temperatures are dropping and my skin is getting cold. In that, this tae warmth feels really comfortable.

I'm sure this is part of the calculation. Great hospitality as always...... that's what I was thinking. Down under Sofia, Takumi just came to say hi.

"Thank you again for coming to the store. It's getting cold, so today we have a henchbrette (ginger tea). Would you have liked to have it?

"This spiciness was the taste of henchbre, wasn't it? It's delicious. It's better to warm up than anything."

To the praise from Sofia, Takumi bows her head.

"Thank you for the compliment. With the help of Mr Sabbath, the leaves of the tae are now entering steadily, so let me also add this henchbrette to the menu from this winter. Thanks to you, so far we have received a positive review"

"That's more than anything. Perfect for this warm, cold winter. Lord Takumi, tell me again when you need some tea leaves from Tae. We'll make sure you make the arrangements."

Takumi bows her head and expresses her gratitude to Sabbath, who informs Eagle Yang of her willingness to cooperate.

"Thank you very much, too, Mr. Sabbath. Thank you for your patience as we know you will be requesting additional orders shortly. Well, this is from today's cake set, Castagna (chestnut) tart. Enjoy."

That's what Takumi offered the two of us, a big round treat in the palm of his hand. Amongst the dough, which also looks like the base of the pizza, is baked in the shape of a plate, filled with plenty of light yellow cream.

And in the center of it was a bit of glossy yellow fruit - perhaps a large castagna that would have been made sweet-boiled.

"Wow, this is so cute. Speaking of which, I heard you recently changed your opening hours, is this item related to that as well?

"What, did you change your opening hours?

To Sabbath's words, Sophia overlaps the question. Takumi began explaining the recent state of the 'swordfish' when she nodded and replied to the two.

"We also have station business and other relationships, and until now we have only been able to open this one before the last flight from our station. Recently, however, the station building also had some room for newcomers, so they decided to review their opening hours. Nevertheless, it doesn't mean it's mealtime in the late afternoon, so after lunch we're open mainly for tarts, cakes and other confectionery systems"

"I see. I mean, even if you arrive here on the final flight, does that mean 'swordfish' is doing it?

Takumi answers Sofia with her usual smile as she embarks on her questioning.

"We are limited to drinks and treats when we are normally open, but we know that we will also be able to prepare meals if you make a reservation. At that time, I would appreciate it if you could send me a message with a package."

"I'm glad to hear that. I'll be sure to do that next time."

Sofia shows joy in Takumi's words with a momentum that is likely to leap small.

Takumi, who was able to see how Sofia was doing and again touch her feelings about the 'swordfish', followed the table with a thank you.

"Well, it's a corner, so I thought I'd take it. How about Lord Sophia?

"Of course it is. Let's get you started."

Sophia also reaches for the tart as she is invited by Sabbath's words.

The crisp-baked foundation, the texture of the Castagna cream, smoothly finished to contrast, is what fun it is.

And Castagna probably has raw cream or something to go with it. The original flavour of Castagna, a rustic flavour, was complemented by milky richness, which added to the rich flavour.

Castagna's fruit, which was placed on the heavenly side, was stained with sweet flavors, as Sofia had expected. Must have been cooked in sugar or miele (honey).

The deliciousness of Castagna, the fruitful flavour of autumn, was also fully conveyed from its fruit, which would collapse if it stood up its teeth.

And just the right “tongue rest” is the fragrant, baked dough on which it is based.

The sweet fruit, the rich cream and the two Castagna flavours that tend to get heavy were supported by this foundation, which alone is only a bare flavour, which balanced the whole and dramatically enhanced the deliciousness.

"Tart, did I say? This is really delicious today too..."

This' swordfish 'store is a really strange place, Sophia feels one whining.

The food and confectionery served here are all very novel and exciting from Sofia's point of view.

However, they indulge in ingredients such as those served in upscale restaurants and stand apart from those produced by special craftsmen with the best technology.

The cuisine and confectionery that Takumi produces is "very ordinary” even though it is “novel”. As long as the way it is made is spread, an image will come to mind that will taste familiar to the average household.

So is Castagna's tart today. Sweet and cooked Castagna is sometimes made in the home, but both the crisp-baked foundations and the cream of Castagna are the first to be tasted today for Sofia.

However, when it is thus served in the form of a confection called "tart," it seems to me to be a very natural combination. Yes, it has a nostalgic taste as if it had been eating for a long time.

A number of dishes that are supposed to be original but that create a "finished” flavour that even makes you feel old.

Takumi, the master of this store, is strange because she creates them without precautions.

Speaking of technology as a cook alone, a leading restaurant in a hotel in a large city such as Woodford or Mark City might have something more upstairs.

However, Sophia felt that the "originality” and “completeness” of the dish were clearly out of the group.

Speaking of which, the station manager once told me about Takumi's origins "coming a long way”. Maybe Takumi's “originality” or “completeness” has something to do with this origin as well.

I wonder what the hell kind of past would allow me to acquire this kind of technology and knowledge......, I had no idea who Sofia was.

(One day, I want you to take your time listening to Takumi's old stories...)

Eating the last pieces of Castagna tart, yes it was a crushing Sofia in my heart.

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"Even though it's a cinnamon coffee plug. Come on, you two. Come on in!

Nyarch brought the coffee in good time under the two of us who finished eating the Castagna tart. Apparently, Takumi distracted me.

Both Sophia and Sabbath break their faces with the unyielding smile of Nyarch, who always remains the same.

"Thank you."

Sophia offered one to Sabbath when she received two coffee cups from her cat-eared billboard daughter. Sabbath also nods to Eagle Deep to show his gratitude.

Only the day tilted and the shadows stretched long outside the window. What a delight to see the warmth of cinnamon coffee with its sweet aroma at this time when the cold is also remembered.

Sophia takes a ho breath when she leans the cup and contains a sip of amber liquid where the hot air rises.

"Well, it's time to check tomorrow's steps."

To Sabbath's words, Sophia moved her cockles and neck vertically.

Tomorrow is quite a busy day.

First, he took Sabbath with him to visit the Town Hall in Harpertown. Next, head to the ice mill under construction at Portside to attend the inaugural ceremony. Lunch was supposed to go straight to the inaugural party.

There are still some meetings in there after the party and the plans are amazing until the full evening.

"So, after the meeting, I'm going back to the coffee shop, Swallow, for a meeting with" that one ”... is this OK?

"Well..."

It was Sophia who was trying not to care as much as she could about the "promise of a meal," but when Sabbath put it in an inclusive way like this, I just feel a little embarrassed.

Sophia drops her gaze on a note she wrote down her plans, knowing the slightest upset too. That schedule, which I checked again, had been engraved in minutes by brilliant.

"You don't have time to enjoy your private life at all! Damn, if we get to dinner, we can take each other's time. I can't believe they put us in good shape."

Whether he was disgusted with the schedule, which had been filled with eyes, or ashamed of himself being put on a good word, Sophia threw the note at the table.

Sabbath, watching her like that, smiles a little mean, ho ho ho.

"Well, it just overlapped with the inauguration of the ice mill. Still, aren't you planning to be able to slow down a little the day after tomorrow? Depending on the convenience of the other side, I wonder if it would be a good idea for the two of you to go on a tour to the outskirts of the city. We're just taking a look at the scenic spots in the mountains."

A wrinkle creeps between Sophia's brows at Sabbath's words, which are neither comforting nor teasing.

"That joke is not funny. Besides, I have to take a lunch flight the day after tomorrow. Why don't you stop by at most and see if this' swordfish 'thing is about right? Sometimes I want to take my time in the morning, and I don't want to go on a tour with you."

To that word, was it a little too much......, Sabbath snapped in his heart. Reflecting that the conciliation seems to have passed a little, Sabbath once again expresses his apologies to Sophia.

"I apologize for that. So, are you sure you want to check tomorrow's steps around here? Let me send you to the inn if you like."

"Yes, I'm sorry to bother you. Thank you for your patience."

Saying so, Sophia drank the last coffee she had left but one bite and looked around.

This is a good place to really calm down. The atmosphere in this store was felt by Sofia as if it represented a takumi crowd.

Although it was said earlier, it was also true that it was difficult to stop at this store just for work.

Even on this schedule, if the "promise of a meal" hadn't been set after the final train departure, it would have gone straight back and I might not have had time to slow down the next day.

Surely only in that respect might I have to thank him...... such thoughts came to mind Sofia.