Our Cafe is Open as Usual - Chapter 63

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Episode 63

 

And so, right now.

 

Millen was busy selecting clothes for me, just as he had said in the carriage.

 

Having already picked out several outfits, I had made multiple trips to the dressing room and was feeling tired and exhausted.

 

Even in the midst of all this, I still felt embarrassed and disappointed.

 

‘I guess I really was looking forward to it…’

 

Maybe it was because it was my first time.

 

Perhaps I had some kind of romantic fantasy without realizing it… the feeling of disappointment lingered for quite a while.

 

‘Well, Millen said he would prepare everything properly…’

 

That’s one thing, but this seems to be unavoidable in its own way.

 

I pouted my lips and just stared at Millen’s back.

 

Then I suddenly stood up. Just sitting still seemed to make me feel depressed.

 

They say the best thing to do when you’re depressed is to move around.

 

I immediately approached Millen. The carefulness I could see even from his back was fully reflected on his face as well.

 

He was carefully examining each piece of clothing one by one, then turned his gaze to me. It seemed he had noticed me approaching.

 

“Ah, Lailah. Perfect timing. I’m having trouble determining which color would suit you better… please stand over here.”

 

“…What colors are they?”

 

“These two. This one is chrome yellow and this one is canary yellow. Look, which color do you think would suit you better?”

 

He held out two dresses in different colors and asked. I blinked slowly as I compared the two dresses.

 

‘…They both look like the same yellow to my eyes.’

 

There was only a slight difference in darkness and brightness, but I couldn’t really feel much difference.

 

‘When I put them on, they’ll all look the same anyway…’

 

Hmm, what should I do.

 

If I told the truth, Millen’s cold stare would pour down on me. But if I chose one… it seemed like Millen would ask for my reasoning.

 

I thought about choosing based on the dress design.

 

‘What, what’s different about them?’

 

Having spent my whole life wearing only black pants and black sweatshirts, there was no way I’d have that kind of aesthetic sense.

 

If I had to be honest, it was at a disastrous level.

 

My learned aesthetic sense was somewhat acceptable, but my aesthetic sense for areas I was ignorant about remained undeveloped.

 

‘I’ll need to learn this…’

 

Since I’ll have to deal with people of high status from now on.

 

Even if I want to speak properly, I need to know something first, don’t I?

 

I examined the dresses with my eyes opened as wide as possible. Then some slight differences caught my eye.

 

One had lace decorating the shoulder and chest areas, while the other had beads filling those spots.

 

The overall design still looked similar though.

 

Still, having discovered this much difference, it seemed I could give Millen an answer.

 

“Hmm, I think the one with lace looks better.”

 

“Is that so? Hmm… certainly, Lailah, lace would suit you better. It matches your image well too.”

 

“Really? What kind of image do I have?”

 

“…There’s such a thing. If you don’t know, just look in a mirror.”

 

What…

 

It was a chance to hear what image Millen had of me.

 

I stretched my lips into a long line.

 

Millen glanced at me briefly, then let out a deep sigh.

 

“Even if you look at me like that, I won’t tell you.”

 

“That’s quite disappointing.”

 

“More importantly, Volman isn’t coming back. I need him here to discuss your clothes.”

 

“Ah, that’s right.”

 

Volman was the owner of [Volman! The Clothes are Volman!].

 

At the same time, he was also involved in clothing design.

 

All the clothes in this shop were designed by Volman. And he said all of Millen’s clothes were also tailored here.

 

Indeed, having made all of Millen’s clothes, Volman’s skills were impressive.

 

Earlier, as soon as he saw me, he picked out several suitable outfits and quickly had me try them on. Every single dress suited me well.

 

However, thinking they weren’t quite right, Volman left his spot.

 

“Wait just a moment. I’ll make them absolutely perfect! Honey, please alter these clothes!”

 

Leaving only these words, he rushed up to the 2nd floor.

 

Even though quite some time had passed since then, Volman still hadn’t shown himself.

 

That’s how the situation of Millen continuously selecting clothes came about.

 

I kept repeating the process of putting on and taking off the clothes Millen chose for me.

 

The pile of clothes had grown quite large, but the person who was supposed to look at them still hadn’t appeared.

 

Millen roughly ran his hand through his hair and said to me.

 

“Hah… It would be faster to make entirely new clothes than this. I’ll go drag him down, so wait here.”

 

“Yes, yes.”

 

“Don’t go anywhere.”

 

‘It’s not like I’m some 10-year-old kid…’

 

I’m curious about how exactly I appear in Millen’s eyes. I narrowed my eyes and pushed Millen.

 

He absolutely refused to be pushed easily.

 

“…I understand.”

 

Only after hearing my answer did Millen pat my shoulder a couple of times before going up to the shop’s 2nd floor. It was quite a natural action.

 

This meant they had maintained a long-standing relationship here as well.

 

The fact that he introduced me to such a place made me quite happy.

 

It meant that Millen considered me an important colleague.

 

I let out a soft laugh and returned to the sofa where I had been sitting.

 

I thought about looking at more clothes, but having already changed clothes several times, my energy was completely drained.

 

Also, since I hadn’t gotten enough sleep, there was a need to conserve energy.

 

I sat quietly on the sofa and looked outside the shop.

 

‘Wow, there are so many people.’

 

Unlike [Frigia’s Wonderful Furniture Shop!], [Volman! The Clothes are Volman!] was located where you could see the town square.

 

Even if it wasn’t the Central Square where Dael Temple was located, it was still quite a large square.

 

Various shops were active around the square, and behind them were rows of mansions.

 

This seemed to be the actual commercial district of the capital city.

 

That meant it was also a place where many nobles came and went.

 

As soon as I realized this, I immediately moved to the window.

 

‘They say clothes follow trends too…’

 

Couldn’t I figure out what’s trendy these days by observing?

 

Even if not clothes, then accessories or… even food at the very least!

 

I earnestly scanned the appearance of people passing by.

 

However, I couldn’t find any common points.

 

It seemed this was also something you could only discover if you knew what to look for. I furrowed my brow and stared even more intently out the window.

 

Perhaps because I was concentrating so hard that my ears closed off too.

 

Ding-a-ling~! I didn’t hear the cheerful sound of the bell attached to the shop door.

 

Nor did I hear the sound of the person who entered discovering me and approaching.

 

And so.

 

“What is the lady observing so intently here?”

 

I only recognized the person when I heard a voice right next to me.

 

I was startled and turned my body toward where the voice came from.

 

Then the owner of the voice came into view.

 

Deep blue hair that seemed to embrace the night sea hung down long.

 

Eyes of the same color looked at me mercifully as if to embrace me.

 

Also, features that weren’t flashy but had deep, neat lines, and neat attire that matched them.

 

I swallowed hard.

 

Though not as much as Millen, he was someone whose mere presence exuded overwhelming pressure.

 

He looked me over carefully, as if gauging me, then opened his mouth.

 

“Won’t you answer my question?”

 

“….”

 

“Then shall I try to guess? You were staring intently at passersby… Are you perhaps a disciple that Volman took in?”

 

“…No.”

 

“Then you must be a first-time visitor to this place.”

 

A quiet and gentle voice.

 

Yet I could feel firmness in it.

 

It was a pleasant voice to listen to.

 

I had been quietly staring at him, then corrected my posture. My back was getting sore from staying in that startled position.

 

His gaze followed me persistently.

 

“So, do you have an answer?”

 

“You guessed exactly right. But who are you?”

 

“Hmm… How about you try guessing that?”

 

He smiled, stretching his lips long. I recognized that smile. It was a smile that wouldn’t accept refusal.

 

‘…What? Why is he suddenly appearing and acting like this? Does he know me?’

 

I frowned slightly and answered.

 

“Why should I?”

 

“Because I think I know you.”

 

“What…?”

 

“More importantly, I came here to fetch Volman… but it seems I’ve been beaten to it. He only works on one thing at a time…”

 

He made a regretful expression. Just as he was about to say something else, he looked out the window and smiled again.

 

“Oh my, already… Well then, I’ll see you again.”

 

Leaving those words behind, he left the shop in an instant.

 

…It felt like I had encountered a mirage.

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