Little girl, First time house-sitting
(Author note:
It’s the Obon season, so the posting times somehow changed)
Morning came but, I didn’t think that it would be such a difficult thing.
That’s right, Rita watched with surprise from the bottom of her heart as she saw Dale stricken with grief.
“Don’t worry, hurry up and go already”
“Latina, I’ll try to come back as soon as possible. Be a good girl ok”
said Dale intentionally delaying his departure, as he was hugging Latina who was standing next to Rita sending him off in front of the “Dancing Ocelot”.
Sensing the killing intent, like if he was to keep this up any longer Rita would kick him out, he reluctantly let go. He gently rubs her head as he looks at her.
“I’m going now”
Latina tilts her head at Dale’s words. There Rita said.
“It’s ‘Have a safe trip’. Latina”
Hearing her name, Latina looks at Rita.
“Have a safe trip”
Hearing Rita repeat herself, she faces Dale and repeated with difficulty.
“Dale, have a safe chip?”
“Ah. I’m going now”
Seeing Dale grinning, Latina also looked happy.
Mornings at “Dancing Ocelot” was hectic.
Next to the adventurers who stayed the night and were searching for food, was a person who was confirming the request for the flier which was just posted up.
There are usually more people with requests later on in the day but, the requests where they wish it to be completed the same day wasn’t few either. Dealing with that kind of client is also necessary.
Amongst the adventurers who go out to work, there are also those who leave at this time, particularly those people are usually going to buy consumables.
It was so busy that you would even borrow help from a cat.
The bar — speaking of which at this time, especially the dining room, is still going strong — is being handled by Kenneth.
Rita also sometimes comes out to the floor but, mainly she’s chasing up the exact calculations working as a “Akudaru’s Agency”.
The scene of such a busy store, Latina seemed to hold deep interest in it.
“Woah… that’s dangerous you know?”
said Kenneth carrying two plates in both hands, being surprised by the presence of Latina at his feet.
Latina tilted her head with a thud.
Today she was wearing the pink one piece which was just bought yesterday. The hair that Rita arranged was shaking together with the big pink ribbons on both sides of her head. Dale enthusiastically bought a lot of hair accessories so, there were currently enough for a new one every day.
Latina carried Kenneth’s cooking, carried empty dishes, and watched on with her eyes on how to handle orders.
Rita was mostly at the counter so, to this girl who didn’t understand the language, didn’t understand any of the categories.
On the other hand, it was easy to understand what Kenneth was doing.
Up till now, Latina clearly saw that Kenneth was creating food.
It was hectic even now, Latina dished out piles of food to an uncountable amount of people.
Nodding deeply once, Latina disappeared with brisk steps within the shops hustle.
“Hn?”
The moment that Kenneth noticed something unusual was when he looked to the work station, next to the large amounts of mash potato, and the smoked meat which was dished up with the scrambled eggs.
The plates had increased.
In the corner of the washing area, in the place where the dirty tableware was, the things to wash were increasing.
At first he thought that Rita was bringing them in.
It was during the rush hour of her job but, every now and then she might have some free time.
However Rita, taking the dishes which had just finished cooking out the shop, while interacting with a client, finishing the sales of the general goods, and calculating the bill for the customer who finished their meal.
There’s no way she could get out to the floor to do that, there’s no way.
“Wait”
A familiar bearded face said one word — leaving behind the cooking under the supervision of an old adventurer who was a regular customer, that fellow opened his mouth blankly.
“What’s with that stupid face”
“Back at you. You’ve hired quite a young little waitress haven’t you”
Looking towards the direction that the regular had pointed towards, Kenneth realised.
Latina was carrying the plates.
For such a small girl, even taking just one plate seems to be too heavy for her. She carried one plate with both hands and was walking towards the kitchen diligently.
After a while she would return again, looking around her surroundings restlessly. If she saw an empty plate she would nod with a ‘un’, and head towards the table with a sense of duty.
To the few customers who were startled by her small figure, she would grin happily, and grab onto the empty plate.
To the Latina who would stumble a little, it seemed like even the customers from other tables would look towards her wi