The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

One evening, when the day was getting a little longer, one boy was walking down the road leading to Harpertown Station.

It's Fidel, a silver-haired boy with fox ears.

After closing his open-air shop on Central Street, it had become routine for him to visit the Coffee Shop Tubame, which was co-located at Harpertown Station to pay for the day and prepare for the next day's purchase.

(Ha...... What to do......)

Usually a young man with good health, Fidel walked wide down the street cutting the wind with her shoulders, but all this day things were different.

The fox ear, which is a trademark, collapses with a petan, and the footsteps are a lot heavier.

Fidel was walking around the street in front of the station with her gaze down and the sun approaching.

―――――

"Hello. It's for today."

Arriving at the coffee shop, the swordfish, Fidel called out into the kitchen as she entered the store from the back entrance.

To that voice, Roland, who was starting to clean the kitchen, reacts.

"Ugh! What the hell, Fidel?"

"I don't know what..." Huh. Oh, is Mr. Takumi here?

"Oh, I'm going to meet“ Station Manager ”in the hall today. Let's get him, okay?

It was Luna who returned the words to Fidel's question.

Fidel's heart is only a little soothed by the way Luna calls out with her eyes twitching as usual.

"Oh, thank you, Luna. Yeah, I'm fine. Can I make you wait here?

"I think it's good... Mr. Roland, it's okay, isn't it?

I'm distracted by Lorando's thought of telling Luna to do me a favor to be upbeat, even one of the mean ones.

Thanks to this, I poked my mouth out to a very mild degree of irony than I usually do.

"Shh, shh, shh. Let's forgive Luna and allow her to wait here. Now, thank me."

"Shut up, big rabbit!... well, you know what? Well, I'll let you wait here."

It should be a more biting occasion usually. But Fidel looked different today.

Fidel, who replied cheerfully to Roland's words, could even try to stick her hips down to the chair at the small table by the kitchen and push herself against her desk.

Having seen how it was, Roland laid his hand on Fidel's forehead as he looked at Luna with a strange face.

"... what the hell"

"Hmm, you don't seem to have a fever"

"... I don't have a cold."

Fidel waves away the hand placed on her forehead.

But that slow movement is unimaginable from his usual.

Something's still wrong - that's what I felt, Roland, inquiring about Fidel.

"Little fox! Something's wrong, isn't it?

"That's okay. Leave me alone."

"Not good. Yo! If Temé's doing that, he's going crazy this way!

"So leave me alone! I'm not gonna solve anything I said to Temé!

Fidel stood up after slapping the van and desk.

Roland also scowls at Loser and Fidel.

"Oh my God, water me up! I'm not gonna let a guy like that get his hands on all my stuff!

To Roland's words, Fidel stuffed the words all the time.

And as I tried to poke Roland and shook him off rampantly, he lowered his back somewhat to the chair he was sitting in earlier.

"Holy shit! Don't fight!

The voices of Roland and Luna echo in the kitchen at the same time.

Takumi, just back in the kitchen, spoke to the way it was.

"Look, what's going on? It's a little noisy, isn't it?

"Oh, su, I'm sorry. No, Fidel's looking a little..."

Roland, who was noticed by his master, reported in a hurry to correct his posture.

Luna joins the conversation from side to side.

"Yeah, why not? Mr. Fidel, who is always healthy, is doing something different today..."

Luna sends her gaze toward the small table, saying so.

When Takumi sent her gaze over there, Fidel was certainly brought to the chair in a cheerful manner.

His eyes are lying, his gaze wandering through the air.

You two are right, it sure looks unusual.

Takumi nods one at a time before approaching Fidel to speak.

"Thank you for waiting. Were you a little tired today?

"Ah, Mr. Takumi...... no, I'm sorry. Oh, that's for today."

Fidel finally realizes the presence of Takumi by being summoned nearby and puts her hand in the bag in hand.

And I tried to take out the little cloth bag, but it slipped out of my hand if I hadn't held on tight.

It was Fidel trying to grab it back in a hurry, but the hour was already late.

From the cloth bag that fell to the floor, Jarran made a noise and the coins scattered out.

"Ah! Shh, excuse me!

Fidel rushes off her seat and picks up the coins.

But because of his impatience, he kicked the cloth bag he dropped on the floor, scattering the contents even more.

Takumi called out to Fidel to show how he was getting along, picking up coins with him.

"Just calm down and pick it up, you'll be fine. By the way, were you at the dewstore?

Fidel's hand stops pitting at Takumi's call.

Fidel's shoulders, bowing in silence, seem faintly trembling.

Takumi, who has been watching for a while, softly hangs his words.

"Why don't you tell us what you're up to? When we're in trouble, it's each other, and Fidel is one of us, so don't hesitate."

Fidel's shoulders trembled tremendously at the words.

Shizukuishi spills as she weeps.

Roland looked worryingly at his best friend (rival), who showed up nasty.

―――――

Fidel, who sobbed for a moment and regained her composure, was moving to the hall of the "swordfish", a coffee shop that was closed with Takumi's recommendation.

The two present are Takumi and the "station manager”.

Until earlier, Roland and Luna were peeking worryingly out of the kitchen, but Takumi ordered Fidel's feelings to wait in the kitchen.

With the warm milk cinnamon coffee offered by Takumi in his mouth, Fidel finally takes a sigh of relief.

After some silence, Fidel finally opened her heavy mouth

"Uh... me, in that place... I can't seem to get the dewstore I'm doing right now..."

pompous and spilling words Fidel,

I put one correlation in the contents with Takumi.

"As always today, I was opening an outdoor shop at the Central Street Station Carriage Boarding Station, and then someone from the Station Carriage Company came and told me that I was going to build a new building at that Boarding Station and that it would be unavailable next month."

"Hmm, that's tough..."

"Yes, of course, it's a dead end issue for me and my fellow outdoor shoppers around me, but there's nothing I can do to make the building unusable when it stands, right? I don't know what else to do..."

"I see, is that what you mean...... Aren't we talking about compensation or something?

To Takumi's question, Fidel shook her neck sideways without force.

"Nothing at all. Well, including me, the guys who were running the outdoor shop over there weren't even paying for a place at the station carriage company or anything, so I guess I had no choice..."

"And it's a sudden story."

“Station Manager”, who was silently listening beside him, snapped so big that they could hear him.

Fidel nods loudly at the words.

"If this is about, say, six months from now, and no, at least three months from now, I think I can get my hands on it. But for less than a month, it's just as painful..."

It was Fidel, who had grown her sales a lot by starting to buy sandwiches and steamed breads from the coffee shop Swallow, but still hasn't made enough money to make it easy to live by hand alone.

If the destination of the outdoor store was not found smoothly, it was clear that it would be difficult to live at once.

Fidel's circumstances were easily predictable for Takumi.

But there's not so much Takumi can do to help, just because the problem is.

Of course, it's possible to let Fidel live in this station building and take care of her life for a while.

But it will also be a symptomatic treatment, but it will not be a radical solution.

In the first place, Takumi herself was unable to gauge whether such help was a desirable form for Fidel, who had so far paved the way on her own.

That's when one idea came to mind behind Takumi's brain.

(Well, if you can get Fidel to help you with that plan if it's a corner...)

Takumi takes this opportunity to show off the plan she had in her chest that she wanted to achieve one day in this' station building '.

"Station manager, actually, I've been thinking about this for a long time, can I talk to you?

"Ho? Does that mean anything to you right now, Fidel?

Takumi shook her neck firmly and vertically to ask ”Station Manager”.

"Exactly. As a matter of fact, I had been wondering if it would be possible to set up a 'shop (kiosk)' in this station building. Many people are taking advantage of the train these days, and the number of visitors to the station building is increasing. We wonder if it would be a good idea for a store to sell a variety of things to such customers.

"Hmm, what kind of things do you deal with, for example?

"I think the main thing will be the passengers who will be boarding the train, so I know if food, drinks, and things like that will be good for the trip. Besides, I was wondering if you would be happy with some souvenirs that you could take to your place of visit or home."

"Then don't be quite a bunch of things. I was hoping we could handle it together here, if that's the case, but I don't think so."

The station manager's point was what Takumi had assumed.

Takumi goes on to say more when she shakes her head vertically again.

"You're right. In particular, it will take a while for the passengers to concentrate even during the time before the departure of the train. We've been busy selling this station building and" swordfish "lately, so it's hard to allocate enough people to run a store."

"I see, that's where Fidel-kun is"

“Station Manager" nodded to Eagle Deep as he was good at it.

Takumi also shakes her head vertically again.

"The job of a seller at a store requires skill and skill in bringing customers to the forefront of a short period of time, as well as the ability to attract customer interest. In that regard, if you are Mr. Fidel, you have also achieved a great deal in outdoor stores, and I am wondering if it is impeccable. So, Mr. Fidel, suddenly, how about this kind of story?

As Takumi looked at Fidel as she spoke, the boy was stunned as if there was pussy and smoke coming out of his head.

As far as Takumi's concerned, a store is apparently like a massive open-air shop with a roof room.

Indeed, more and more people are using this station building these days, and the movement will be more and more widespread.

Maybe the number of trains will increase.

It means that if the space gets bigger, that's all we can do about it.

Organizing one thing in my head makes the suggestions that have been spread out in front of me seem very attractive.

Fidel returned the words to Takumi after breathtaking with Gokuri.

"Ho, can you really...? Well, if that's an opportunity, I'd love to..."

Takumi nods, yeah, to Fidel, who communicates her thoughts a little tightly but firmly.

Then again, I asked the "station manager” for his judgment on the earlier plan.

"You're right, Mr. Fidel seems to be thinking positively, too. After you are properly prepared, can you not allow the store to open in order to further develop this station building?

“Station Manager”, who listened to the conversation between the two, puts his hand on the white-bearded jaw and temporarily contemplates it.

And after a moment of silence, "Station Manager" slowly opened his mouth.

"It is true that this station building is also getting more customers, and there will be a certain demand for outlets. As Lord Takumi said, selling what you need for your journey, souvenirs, etc. in this station building is a good way to lighten your burden."

"So, then, it's awesome because you can make me do it!?

Needless to say, a front-loading Fidel.

The station manager took control of the young man who panicked and then continued to talk.

"Nevertheless, this station building is still developing. Train passengers are still limited. Setting up a business in such a way would be quite difficult. Fidel, if you were to do it, what would you do with it?

Fidel stuck her throat all the time to the "station manager” question.

This is a story we have just heard, and we do not yet have a solid image.

But still, from the experience of “sellers" from the newspaper selling era, I spin my head full and desperately look for answers.

"... As Takumi said, I think the one that seems to be most available is the customer who is going to take the train. If it's a meal on the train, I think I can handle it with the sandwiches and steamed breads I've been selling. I'd also like to handle drinks, but I have to devise a way to make sure I don't get too disturbed while I have a large package. It may also be interesting to deal with something that can crush the time I said newspapers and magazines, given spending a long time on the train"

"Hmm. Another thing Lord Takumi mentioned about souvenirs, how about you?

The station manager repeats the question.

That look is never serious.

He was thrown a sharp gaze and Fidel wandered unexpectedly.

"... excuse me. Honestly, I don't get ideas right up to souvenirs. However, I would love to work with Takumi and everyone in the coffee shop, Tsubame, to create something new."

Fidel honestly talks about her best self right now and tells her how she feels even more.

Young-like honesty was what tickled the mind of the "station manager”.

"Aye, okay. If that's the case, let's put the conclusion on hold for today. Instead, it's one homework.“ Souvenirs "to deal with when starting a store in this station building, try to get people to think about this. I don't mind asking everyone in the coffee shop, the swordfish, to cooperate, but Fidel herself is at the center of this, so think seriously about what to do. And when this product is satisfactory to me, I'll leave it to you. How about that?

Suddenly he gets poked at a high hurdle and Fidel becomes scared for a moment.

But I can't take a big chance without challenging you here.

Fidel, who once again regained his temper, forcefully declared to “Station Manager" and to “Takumi”.

"... I'll do it! Let me do it! Takumi, help us!

The word, "station manager," snorts, "um.

Go on, Takumi, too, yeah. Nodded twice, then spoke up.

"Please don't hesitate to ask because we will do everything we can to help. However, Mr. Fidel is the main one this time. I won't say what kind of product you want, so I'm going to do it."

"I get it! I'll do my best!

Fidel, who once again replied forcefully, took a seat and went to the kitchen as soon as he was deeply thankful.