204 204 Busy Shift (2/2)

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.