Chapter 219 – Yes! I’m Chewing!
“Don’t use the coffee cubes in the second compartment of the freezer. Freezing now. There is nothing else.”
“All right.”
When I changed my clothes and came out after handing over to the annoying shift worker, Lenka was already standing next to my car with her arms crossed.
“When did you come?”
“Just now.”
“Did you stop by the figure store I told you about?”
“It’s not.”
No what is not She is adjusting her coat as she answers.
Just looking at it, it is clear that he bought a small figure and put it inside.
“Is it so. Get on quickly.”
Perhaps not liking her smirk, Lenka twitched a corner of her mouth fiercely and climbed into the passenger seat.
I asked her, looking at her carefully as she fastened her seatbelt.
“I’m bored. Would you like to go see a movie together?”
“No.”
“How about dinner?”
“No.”
“You are firm. All right.”
It was very quiet inside the car, which started straight away and went to Lenka’s house.
Did the awkwardness bother you a bit?
Lenka, who had corrected her posture and sat down, looked at me.
“Hey.”
“Why.”
“Did you hear that there is a group reservation for ten people tomorrow?”
“I heard you. He said he would come before lunch.”
“That’s right. You have to put up a reserved seat sign in the corner. Do that first thing when you go to work tomorrow. People studying at cafes shouldn’t sit there.”
“All right.”
“I made a lot of ice in the morning.”
“Yes. Do not worry.”
“I can’t stop worrying.”
“Are you old?”
“For you only.”
“Are you saying that you’re only making fun of me?”
“Huh.”
Lenka, who doesn’t even blink an eye at her, talks back to her.
It’s very easy to embarrass her when she doesn’t back down an inch.
The car was at a traffic light, so I stepped on the brakes and turned to Lenka.
Then she said
“It feels good.”
“What?”
“It means that only me is given special treatment.”
“Not at all?”
“It was just a change of thinking.”
“It’s very positive.”
“Yes?”
“It is not a compliment. It’s sarcastic.”
“I can take it as a compliment.”
While having a casual conversation, the car arrived at Lenka’s house.
I said, watching her unfasten her seatbelt as she fastened her overcoat like in her cafe.
“Come in.”
“Okay.”
“Thank you.”
“Today I waited for you, so I don’t think you have to.”
“Is that so?”
“I’ll say thank you anyway.”
“How am I supposed to take it if you say thank you with a face full of dislike?”
“It’s crazy even if you do it… You can take it positively like before. I’ll go now I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Is it so.”
Lenka closed the passenger door and walked away from the car.
I looked at Lenka’s back and burst out laughing, then took her foot off her brake, hoping she would send her a note from her anime share.
**
[MK, I left a review, check it out.]
When I came out of the shower, there was a note from Ino-chan.
I went to Annie Share’s review column, searched for Lenka’s nickname, and touched the most recently posted review article.
[Girlfriend’s assistant journal]
[The BDSM genre I saw after the master’s secret. I enjoyed it because it is a story where teaching assistants are made in a state of pure love without play like netorare or netorase. It’s a little harder than Master’s Secret. If you’re interested in this, you’ll have a lot of fun.]
[Rating: ★★★☆☆]
This is a short and concise review.
However, the ratings are a bit salty. It’s a really objective score.
If you convert it into points, it’s 6 points, but I don’t know if I should say it’s fortunate that I surpassed 5 points.
[You said you enjoyed it, so what’s the three stars? You did this the other day, are you doing the same thing again?]
When I sent a note as if I was angry, I got an immediate reply from Lenka.
[Three were the highest in my standards. I hit this too late.]
[I clicked Dislike on the review article.]
[(Ծ‸Ծ,,)]
I always feel that Lenka on the Internet is really cute.
Where did you get that emoticon filled with pathetic and disappointed feelings?
It feels right for the situation.
[I’m not good at reading cartoons. It doesn’t sit well with me.]
[Would your eyes be better than yours? Now, please recommend another supplement.]
[How to make the widow next door your own.]
[Is that the title of the manga?]
[Yes.]
[MK-sama is really trash. I can’t even recycle it.]
[No, they asked me to recommend it, but why is it a mess?]
[Is there anything else? What’s the most interesting cartoon you’ve seen lately?]
Are you expecting Mr. Asagao’s family circumstances to come out?
It’s not like I’m doing 20 questions… It’s ridiculous.
[Look at that first. Then I will recommend something else.]
[All right. What is the level of the widow next door?]
[It’s higher than my girlfriend’s assistant.]
[Are there any brutal scenes?]
[It doesn’t come out. To see something like that, you have to find archaeological objects.]
[Thank god.]
You don’t bother asking for your last name today.
It must have changed to a strategy that slowly approaches.
After finishing the note with Lenkawa, I heard the sound of her front door opening just in time and greeted her as Miyuki entered shortly thereafter.
“Are you here?”
“Huh.”
As if this was her home, she naturally went to the bathroom and washed her hands and even washed her face.
After carefully wiping her own face with her towel, she crept into my arms lying on her mattress, and she asked.
“Matsuda-kun, can I go to the cafe where Matsuda-kun works?”
“Yes.”
“Are you making drinks yourself?”
“I have to make it.”
“Which one are you most confident about?”
“He has it all, but he eats a caramel honey latte.”
“What…? If everyone is confident, why does Matsuda-kun choose the menu?”
“It tastes the best.”
“Oh really? Do you sell anything to eat there?”
“No cakes, just cookies and waffles.”
“Is that enough? Then, will you take Honoka and Masako with you soon?”
“Who is that?”
“…”
Miyuki’s eyes widened.
A look of embarrassment.
She said, giggling at the look on her face.
“I’m kidding. Bring it.”
“Are you really kidding?”
“I can’t believe I don’t even know the names of the vice-captain and bread girl?”
“Because I’ve been forgetting so many times…”
“They both memorized it.”
“I don’t know if I should say it’s fortunate or stupid… How about working part-time with Inoo-senpai? Are you okay?”
“It doesn’t seem to fit yet.”
“Okay? Are you bickering like at the academy?”
“It’s not like that.”
Wrapping Miyuki’s body with her limbs and holding her tightly, I buried her face in the crown of her head, which smelled like plums.
It feels like her heart is at peace when she meets Miyuki while spending a splashing time with Lenka.
It’s perfect if Chinami comes here… It’s a pity that I can’t do it.
**
Next morning.
After finishing my preparations, I went to the cafe and put up a sign that said reserved seats in the middle of the table in the corner.
After that, after finishing the things that part-time job couldn’t handle yesterday evening, I welcomed a few guests.
As I made coffee, sold the owner’s cookies, and seasoned the female customers who showed interest in me, I checked my watch.
Only 30 minutes had passed. Without Lenka, her fun is also lacking, to the point of her yawning.
Did you really have to schedule an hour apart?
I just let her go to work… Suddenly, the boss resents me.
I, who worked without enthusiasm, feeling the slowdown of time,
“Hi.”
As the back door opened and Lenka went to work, she smiled broadly.
“Came?”
“W-what is it…? What’s your expression…?”
Lenka took a half step back as if she felt uneasiness from my genuinely happy face.
She looked at me with her very suspicious eyes and said her words.
“Did you have an accident?”
“What are you buying?”
“No… Because you suddenly did something you didn’t want to do… Or was it difficult because there were a lot of customers?”
“Can’t you see it’s quiet?”
“But why are you laughing and fussing?”
“Can I not laugh?”
“Don’t laugh like that. Because it’s annoying.”
It seems that the smile just hit Lenka’s taste.
I think it will be fine if you use it occasionally.
“Hurry up and change your clothes.”
“What the hell…?”
Lenka, tilting her head and muttering something, went into her locker room, where she changed into her uniform and came out.
Changing time is pretty fast. Did I miss you so much?
Having had a positive delusion, I showed Lenka her note-taking notebook as she hesitantly moved her steps.
“The group guests who made a reservation today said they paid the advance payment yesterday.”
“… Why are you even talking about that? I can go and see…”
“I just did it.”
“You know how strange today is?”
“No. I do not know.”
Was it burdensome for my expression, which was always hesitant?
Lenka, who slightly averted her gaze, cleared her throat and fidgeted with the syrup, then asked while examining the black laptop screen.
“Why didn’t you play the music?”
“I’m going to play it after discussing it together.”
“Top…? Music?”
“No, I do not want?”
“No… It’s not that I don’t like it, but I was wondering if there was a need for it…”
“It’s nice to do something together. Don’t talk and come here. Let’s choose before we get busier.”
“… Or something…”
As if this situation was awkward, Lenka scratched her own cheek and came next to me.
At the same time, a sweet scent burst into her nostrils.
I unknowingly licked my lips at the scent of blueberry bubblegum and turned to Lenka.
“Director.”
“Why.”
“It smells good.”
“What…!? Hey, isn’t this a complete madman…?”
She curses at me with her instantly heated face.
You may be embarrassed by the sudden praise, but it seems that your shame is bigger than that.
“What shampoo do you use? Does it smell like a treatment, not shampoo?”
“What’s your business…!”
“Your face turned red.”
“Shut up…! Shut up and pick a song…!”
The reaction is much stronger than expected. You are developing day by day
However, it is a bit boring to just keep tug-of-war like this.
Need a refresh I think it’s time to go through a big event and plant strong memories.
“… What are you looking at? Keep your eyes open…?”
Perhaps it was hard to handle my gaze at her without words, Lenka rolled her eyes and avoided her gaze.
Satisfied with that, I slowly nodded and straightened her waist.
“All right. Did you choose a song?”
“You’re like this, how do you choose…!”
“You can just play the anime song.”
“…That kind of thing doesn’t go well with the cafe atmosphere.”
Did he indirectly admit that he was a jerk?
No, this is a bit vague.
“Aren’t you going to choose a song? Just play anything in the TOP100? It’s over…! Work fast.”
Lenka forcibly ends the situation and starts washing the cups in the sink.
It is admirable that he quickly puts on rubber gloves as if he remembered my advice after trying to do it with his bare hands like yesterday.
Our Lenka feels the qualities of a slave, but at the same time it looks like a great rebellion.
It’s too strong even if it’s strong. Maybe that’s why I want to conquer more.
