Source
https://kakuyomu.jp/works/16816452218689030051/episodes/16816452219781773318
I said it in my heart. Why is Tachibana san here?
Manager, I didn’t hear it. I didn’t know there was such a beautiful girl working at the store. This is not a place for relaxation, is it? This is a family restaurant, right?
Eh? It’s not the staff who make you feel at home, but the customers, right?
That’s a naive assumption.
For example, let’s say a couple comes to the restaurant. The male customer, who has no bad intentions, gets carried away by Tachibana san’s “F.”
What happens then? The female customer says, [Why are you so crazy about F when you have a cute girlfriend like me ! Why can’t you be satisfied with my A?]
And then the jealousy starts.
From there, the man’s excuses begin and the boob argument becomes a thing.
The family’s 5-year-old child at the other table cried and asked to eat the children’s lunch. You see, it was not at all harmonious, was it?
I’ve gotten a little off topic, so let’s get back to the topic at the beginning.
I certainly said it in my mind. Why is Tachibana san here? But that’s not what came out of my mouth.
I guess human beings are creatures that tend to express their true feelings when something unexpected happens in front of them. I don’t know anything about psychology, so I’m just saying random things.
“C…..cute…….”
That was my first comment.
I thought when I came for the interview, the girls’ uniforms here are pretty cute. So when you multiply cute by cute, it’s severely cute. Vocabulary.
When Tachibana san wears it, it looks like that. Yes, like cosplaying.
Her usual long hair is neatly bunched up at the back of her head, and it’s also in a bun for extra points.
Could you please turn your head to the side just a little bit? I would like to see the nape of her neck.
Also, I think you can tell by looking at this uniform that the boobs argument I mentioned earlier is not a far-fetched one.
Who in the world designed this uniform? The outline of F is emphasized.
It’s also a huge anachronism. It’s so popular nowadays.
I want to complain a bit, so please tell me where I can donate my salary later.
As Tachibana san looked down for some reason, the manager put a hat on her head.
“Yeah, this will hide your hair perfectly, so you’ll be fine. Then, Tachibana san, please go to the kitchen, and Sahara kun, please go to the hall and work.”
“Eh !? You kun, you’re not in the kitchen !? Why !?”
Tachibana san, who is completely covered with a hat, gives me a shocked look.
In contrast, I was thinking about something else entirely. If it was Tachibana san, she might be cute even if she is bald.
It reminded me of the bald guy. Arata, you never told me that Tachibana san was going to work here. I’m going to pull out a strand of your hair later as punishment.
“Yeah, it’s my first part-time job, so rather than doing something I’m not good at, I thought I’d start with something I think I can do.”
“Eh〜!? No way〜”
Tachibana san is in the kitchen, so I was relieved that the customers seemed to be at ease. Nice initiative by the manager.
But for some reason, Tachibana san looked a little downhearted.
Maybe she wanted to use me as her errand boy, but her plan fell through.
The only decent cooking I can do is curry. And with Miki’s assistance.
I can only see a future in which a poor cook who is not used to working part-time will just stand in the kitchen and get in the way.
Tachibana san was yelling and resisting as the manager dragged her out of the staff room.
What am I supposed to do after this? It’s tough indeed to be left alone on your first job. As soon as I started to feel uneasy, a voice called out to me.
“Um….I’m Iijima, the assistant manager. I’ve been assigned as a supervisor for Sahara kun. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
Her voice was weak. She was in her early twenties. I wouldn’t be surprised if she told me she was still a university student.
Come to think of it, the description of the part-time job had mentioned that there was a female assistant manager.
“I’m Sahara You. I look forward to working with you.”
“Then let’s go to the hall…….”
She doesn’t seem to be in good spirits. I wonder if she’s okay.
Contrary to my concerns, the assistant manager’s instruction was completely safe.
Since it was my first day, I first performed general hall duties such as serving customers, ordering, serving food, cleaning up, and checking out. Once I get used to it, it seems I will have to do some minor assistance work as well.
I was a little nervous, but I think I’m getting used to the atmosphere. Well, I guess it has a lot to do with the fact that I entered at a time when there were very few customers, so I had a little free time today.
“Haa……”
A sigh escapes me as I hold back by the aisle leading to the kitchen. I don’t have to tell you the source.
“Assistant manager, what’s wrong?”
“No…nothing.”
She denies it, but she doesn’t seem okay. She seemed to be in deep thought. I had some idea what was going on, so I decided to ask her, even though I thought it was rude.
“Are you thinking about the former manager?”
“….You knew?”
Ah, I promise not to tell anyone that I heard about this from the current manager. Oh no, what should I do?
“I don’t know.”
“You do know, don’t you?”
For now, I won’t say anything more. Special technique, mouth diamond.
Perhaps sensing my silence, the assistant manager began to speak her mind.
“I’ve been scolded by the head office about it. I think I’m not cut out for this job. Lately, I’ve been thinking about quitting, and that’s all I can think about.”
It seems the situation is more serious than I thought.
Well, the previous manager was that bad guy. As someone who doesn’t know the details of the relationship, that’s about all I can say.
I opened the zipper of my mouth.
“Do you like this job, Assistant Manager?”
“….I like it?”
“Then I guess you can keep doing it. We have a new manager now, and I don’t know what kind of mistakes you made before, but…I hope you can learn from that and try harder to love your work even more. And I think it’s a waste. You have a job that you love…..although it’s not very convincing when I, someone who has zero experience in society, said this.”
The assistant manager’s eyes widened, perhaps in surprise at being told such a thing by such a novice part-timer.
“Are you really a high school student…..Sahara kun?”
“I’m a freshman in high school.”
The assistant manager suddenly started rubbing my back.
All of a sudden, I was a little taken aback.
“W-what is it?”
“No, I thought maybe there was a zipper or something on your back.”
“Don’t worry, there won’t be any males coming out from inside.”
The assistant manager started to giggle. I hope that cheered her up a little. After all, a girl’s smile is the best, isn’t it? That smile is soothing.
While we were getting a little more relaxed, a noisy voice could be heard coming from the kitchen.
“Um, Tachibana san, was it? Could you please take your plate away from me?The dishes will get cold.
“I wonder if You kun will come〜”
“Are you listening? Tachibana san?
What on earth are you doing, Tachibana san?
–
–
If you enjoy our content, feel free to donate, Thank you in advance !