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The sun has completely set and I open the front door of my house after finishing my part-time job. As I was taking off my shoes, a voice called out to me from behind.

“Ah, Sahara kun. Welcome home.”

I turn around and it happens to be Ms. Tiger who greets me. I was tired after my first day of work, and I was hungry.  I want to eat Takeda san’s food as soon as possible.

“I’m home, Takeda san. Is the meal ready?”

“Yes, it’s ready.”

“What’s today’s main dish?”

“Cold tomato pasta.”

Oh, Italian food today. And it’s cold pasta. It is perfect for the hot summer season, and the moderate acidity of the tomatoes and the saltiness of the pasta must be a perfect match.

Cold pasta was created in Japan and is almost never found in Italy, so let’s put aside the debate over whether it should be called Italian or not.

I can tell even before I eat it, or even before I see it. It is absolutely delicious.

After I finished my return home routine and sat down at the table-my prediction was spot on. I can’t stop munching on it. I can’t even roll it around with a fork. Growl-growl

I feel confident now that I can say that.

My stomach is like a universe.

Someone please stop this growling noise.

“Sahara kun, you have an even bigger appetite than usual today…..”

“As you can imagine, a meal after a hard day’s work is different in every way. It’s delicious today. Thank you so much, Takeda san.”

“Don’t mention it…..fufu.”

Takeda san seems to be in a good mood today.

I feel like I’ve gradually become able to understand her facial expressions even through the mask.

“By the way, how was your part-time job?”

“Well, there seems to be a lot to learn, but I think I’ll be able to keep doing it. Oh, by the way, it just so happens that Tachibana san is also working part-time at the same place. I was really surprised.”

“Eh…….”

Takeda san froze, as if she had suddenly stopped moving. Maybe like me, her mind hasn’t caught up, wondering if such coincidences happen.

Takeda san started moving slowly…and collapsed onto the sofa.

From my point of view, I can’t see the figure because of the backrest. It seems to be flapping its arms and legs in some way. Couch swimming…..?

I can hear it and a strange breathing sound.

It sounds like she is probably pressing her face against the sofa.

Growl-growl.

My appetite continues to grow without time to question such mysterious behavior.

After a while, Takeda san peeked out from the backrest.

Ms. Tiger is peeking at me. Cute.

“I’m gonna work part-time at Sahara kun’s place.”

“Eh……?”

The growling stopped. At the same time, I felt full all at once.

It seems that my stomach was not a universe.

I wonder why Takeda san suddenly said she was going to take a part-time job.

“Is there something you want, Takeda san? If so, I’ll buy it for you. As long as it’s not too expensive. I’d like to show my appreciation.”

“There is something I want. But money can’t buy it, so don’t worry. I’ll get it myself.”

What money can’t buy…..ah, I get it now. It’s a social experience. Surely this is something you can only get on your own.

And if you’re commuting from home, the Nagomi family restaurant seems convenient.

But there is a problem that needs to be solved, and I wonder if she knows what it is.

“By the way, Takeda san. It’s impossible to work part-time with the tiger mask on, right? You have to take it off. Also, the cloak.”

Because if there’s a waiter wearing a tiger mask, customers won’t be able to relax. Kids might be happy, though.

Takeda san huffed and puffed, then started sofa-swimming again.

What the hell is that. Is it some kind of exercise that’s popular now? I wonder if it is viral on social media and I just don’t know about it.

After she finished squealing, she peeked out from the backrest again.

“Well then, I’ll get a part time job when I lose weight.”

“Is there an option to take off the tiger mask now?”

“No, there’s none. I will definitely do it.”

I can feel her iron will. I wonder what kind of surprise is waiting for me…….

*****

The next day, I go to work again.

When I went out to the staff room after changing my clothes, I found Tachibana san sitting at a table waiting for me. Just a few moments before work. Oh, what a blessing.

“Good morning, You kun.”

“Good morning, Tachibana san.”

I sat down in the chair across from Tachibana san.

She was smiling and seemed to be in a good mood. Her smile is even cuter than usual today. I wonder if something good happened to her.

Is it that? I wonder if she has a date with Shin. 

I wonder if the reason she suddenly started working part-time is to pay for the date or to get dressed up. Let me ask her.

“Why did you start working part-time, Tachibana san?”

“Well, I have to earn money for food.”

“For food? For pets?”

For a moment, I felt Tachibana san’s gaze veer off to the upper left. 

Maybe there was something that bothered her. Oh, is that it? Shift chart posted on the wall.

“……Yeah.”

I see. Certainly the cost of feeding that big golden retriever must be quite expensive.

Tachibana san, who works hard and cares for the animals. Is wonderful. If I’m going to be a pig again, I hope she’ll keep me. Oink.

The door opens with a bang and the assistant manager enters the room. It seems like it’s time for a break.

“Assistant manager, thank you for your hard work.”

“Good morning, Sahara kun. I’m sure we’ll be busy today, so be prepared.”

“For real……then, I look forward to your guidance.”

“Yeah.”

The assistant manager seems to be completely fine. Something seems to have blown over.

She took off her hat and sat down next to me. Shaking her head, she smells different from perfume. It’s a restaurant to begin with, so perfume is a no.

Then what the heck, it’s called adult pheromones. Hey, I don’t remember the assistant manager being this sexy.

Tachibana san, the assistant manager, looks at me and says some mysterious words.

“Assistant Manager……that’s no good. DK is a no either.”

What does DK mean, you may be wondering. But having a father who is an architect, I’m not one to be ignorant.

Dining Kitchen

I wonder why the dining kitchen is a no……

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