The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 204 204 Busy Shift

Should I say as expected, customers from the beginning of the store… mainly students came to the class around.

“angel-like effect frightening”

It was his classmate and the same shift of customer service, Yamazaki, who squealed like that.

I guess it is pressed by the rare sight of students as a memento that their seats will be filled in the first few minutes. Maybe it’s more about the enthusiasm of the customer.

Although there is no reason to expose the boulders at once at the restaurant, even though there are only a limited number of customers entering the store, there is no choice but to indulge in this buzz.

Every time midday passes through the aisle, a man’s gaze is drawn to him, so as for the circumference, he is impressed and unpleasant, and his face is about to be distorted.

Though I gave up because I knew it, nothing uninteresting is funny. It seems that we can say the same thing around us at midday, so it will be mutual.

“Well, that’s what I expected. We’ve got more customers than that.”

While embarrassing Yamazaki, guide newly arrived guests to their seats.

Essentially, the staff who are unavailable will handle it, but it is a problem because there are customers trying to nominate the staff in charge. I don’t offer such services, so I just want you to visit a specialty store if you want.

I am sorry because the female student who is currently serving me will probably be looking for Gateside, but now that Gateside is serving other customers, I will ask them to be patient around me.

“Sir, please come in.”

When I pull the chair and turn to the wooden smile, I look at this one like a female student who seemed a little sorry, not by the door.

I still feel sorry for not being the person I’m looking for, while guiding the basket for my luggage and putting the menu in front of the female students.

“Our featured menu for the day is in this A set. How about that?”

“Well, there you go…”

By the way, there are only three types of menu that I recommend: ABC, which combines baked sweets with drinks. It is sold as a set because it is difficult when only drinks are seated.

There should be no problem with the allergy because the receptionist has cautioned you to declare it in advance.

“Yes, please wait until I can get what you ordered,” he says to the female student, who was slightly hesitant to place the order, and goes to the back to tell her in a polite manner.

“A one. Good luck with your order because it’s packed.”

In the back there is a classmate who serves confectionery on a plate or goes to a classroom with a painting of the cooking room he rents, and a classmate who happens to have free hands cursorily looks up.

“Ooh… the receptionist looked at it and it sucked”

“Don’t.”

“There’s so much we can do from the start, we can handle it. Come on.”

“I can handle it, though?

“… I think you guys are going to have a tough time later.”

“Really? Well, I think the gateway’s gonna be busier from now on with the pull.”

I don’t think so.

I was sighed, but I’m not sure because I’m not going to be specific, but it won’t be like that either.

I don’t know what that means, but I was pitied the other way around if I turned my eyes to it.

“… and every time Mr. Vertebra came back earlier, he looked subtly uncomfortable.”

“Why again?”

“I think it’s your fault.”

“You can’t help all the customer service.”

“Yeah, but maybe not.”

“I don’t know what you’re trying to say.”

I feel like I’m being blamed for being distant, but I don’t understand, and frown.

I think he’s probably having a rough day, but it sounds like he’s stubborn about something else from the way he says it.

While I decided to ask later at midday, I decided to break up the conversation at the right place and carry the prepared items to the table.