Gulf can't do anything about the fact that his favorite regular customer of the cafe is sad. But Mild thinks differently ...
I don't know English, so the translation is probably very bad. But I want to try))) I hope the meaning will be clear)))
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"Gulf, our regular customer has decided to order the dish of the week," Mild called in a joyful voice.
Gulf sighed heavily, not liking the cafe owner's level of creativity. This week they have a tomato festival and there is a special dish on the menu. On the first shift, Gulf is the only one who brings this dish to the customers. He glanced at himself in the mirror and felt once again embarrassed. No, his hair and clothes were fine, he was wearing pants, a red shirt and an apron. He was confused by two things: a funny panama hat with a print in the form of vegetables and a small tomato drawn under the left corner of his eye, resembling a heart. Unfortunately, the visitors liked this idea, some for some reason order this tomato dish several times in a row. Is it really that delicious?
"I look stupid," Gulf muttered with the most miserable expression, taking the tray.
"Not stupid, but cute," Mild corrected his friend enthusiastically. "You are constantly being photographed! Isn't this an indicator of success? Now pull yourself together and go get Mew his plate. He clearly needs something cute."
"Mew?" Gulf asked excitedly.
Only now at one of the tables did he notice their regular client, which made him feel even more excited. It is worth admitting that he is not indifferent to their regular client, each time his gaze involuntarily moves to Mew. And every time they speak, Gulf feels embarrassed, which is why he cannot strike up a conversation normally.
"How you woke"snorted Mild."Go please the client, he looks like he is angry and upset about someone. He constantly looks at his watch and frowns."
"Do you think he has a date?", Gulf could not resist, feeling that he was also beginning to get upset.
"I don't know, but go and cheer him up," Mild gave Gulf a little nudge. "You are the only one in this cafe to whom he always smiles broadly, regardless of his mood."
"You're being silly," Gulf grumbles, and walks toward Mew. But in reality, he hopes Mew is not on a date.
"Your order," Gulf smiled politely, trying not to blush.
Mew frowned in displeasure, glancing at the phone, but immediately reacted to the voice and looked at Gulf. And then Mew's face lit up with a wide smile, and he laughed, "Nong, you look very cute today ..."
"Nothing like that," Gulf muttered, feeling stupid. He set the plate in front of Mew to escape the mocking gaze of the brown eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just don't be offended," Mew asked gently. "Gulf, can I take a selfie with you? I think Mild was saying that you can be photographed."
"Yes, of course," Gulf replied with slight emotion, although he tried to appear calm.
"That's cool," Mew rose easily from his seat and stood next to Gulf. "Nong, can I put my arms around your shoulders?"
