It wasn’t unusual to be approached by people while in the middle of something.
Usually it was housewives wanting to complain about prices to her or co-workers trying to shrug off their weekend hours onto Saki.
However, it was a little strange to be approached by a tourist.
Saki gave him a smile, “No, I just like wearing the orange apron and blending in with the other teenage part-timers.”
“ But on the off chance that I do work here, what do you need?”
“That sounds like a terrible way to spend your free time.”
He utters with his usual polite, soft tone, although by the sentence, he was probably joking. It was hard to tell with the boy, as he tend to keep a blank expression on his face, he was so hard to read, people sometimes wonder if he’s afraid to show emotions, or just too apathetic for it. People who usually meet him generally thinks he’s either the most airheaded student in the world, or the one with the most dry wit.
“Do you have any Maurice Leblanc novel at the book store? I can’‘t seem to find any.”
