# 4

    “Wow… .”

    The comment section is filled with malicious intent. It’s not just those two comments. Some of them are filled with sexual insults or personal attacks that are hard to look at with your eyes open.

    Of course, not everyone is like that, and there were many comments cheering for the hero and also comments criticizing the comments above…

    “That’s bad.”

    Yeah, it’s bad. Excessive.

    “Becoming famous is such a bad thing… .”

    I had a headache so I turned off the monitor screen.

    Did Yoon Seol threaten them with a knife or something? Why did they hate them so much? I couldn’t understand.

    ‘What time is it now… .’

    I got up from my seat and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. The hand pointed to 5 o’clock.

    Looking out the window, the sun is slowly setting. When did the time get this far?

    “It’s almost time to get ready to open the store…”

    I was so absorbed in surfing the Internet that I didn’t even realize how much time had passed. At this rate, I might not even have time to eat dinner.

    “Ugh.”

    After slightly stretching my body, which had been stiff from sitting on the computer chair for a long time, I started to pick up the clothes that were lying around and put them on.

    ‘… Will you come today?’

    ***

    Since then, Yunseol has not come to the store.

    A few days later something amazing happened.

    “Excuse me, a peach, please? And some nachos, too.”

    “Yep.”

    “Here’s a pineapple fizz and a grapefruit highball. And can I have a refill of this caramel bread?”

    “Okay. Please wait a moment.”

    The inside of the store became noisy!

    And it wasn’t the empty sound of a television, but the voices of the guests.

    ‘I had a good feeling about it from the moment it opened today.’

    I’m currently serving more customers than I’ve ever served in my entire store since it opened.

    As customers fill the empty tables, I finally feel like I’m in business.

    ‘… I’m busy.’

    There are five groups of customers in the store right now. There were about six groups before them too… It’s incomparable to before.

    Did it get passed around by word of mouth?

    ‘… Oh, and by the way, I heard there was a festival at the park nearby… ‘

    It’s now 10 PM. The festival is about to end, so it seems like people who are looking for somewhere nice to go after the festival have stumbled upon this place.

    “Here! I’ll order here!”

    “Yes! Let’s go!”

    … It’s good that there are a lot of customers, but it’s busier than I thought.

    I had to take orders and cook all by myself without any part-timers, so it was even more difficult.

    “Excuse me! Boss! Did…you get an order here?”

    “Yes. Please wait a moment.”

    …Should I hire a part-time worker?

    “Excuse me…?”

    “Yes!”

    Ah. I don’t have time to think about it. I’ll think about it later.

    If that doesn’t work, there’s also a way to reduce the number of tables…

    “Boss?”

    I’m going!!!!!!!!!!!

    “Then… Take care.”

    “Hey, wake up. I’ll pay with a card.”

    “Yes. Thank you.”

    A man barely manages to move his heavily intoxicated friend after saying hello.

    Only after they left did the store become quiet again.

    ‘Phew. Now I can finally get some rest.’

    I laid my tired body down on the chair, and I felt like I would fall asleep right away, perhaps because the tension had been relieved.

    “으.”

    As I continued to shake the shaker, my arms started to feel tingly and numb.

    There will never be a day with more guests than today.

    … If there are any, I think we should consider hiring part-time workers.

    Making cocktails isn’t a particularly daunting task, but everything from taking orders to dealing with customers… wasn’t as easy as I thought.

    “Maybe I made fun of business… .”

    But what can I do? It’s already been done.

    But it’s better than sitting at home feeling depressed and stuck in a corner.

    “… Let’s just clean up and go home.”

    As there were many customers, the inside of the store was quite dirty.

    ‘I’ll be a little late today…ah.’

    While I was wiping the table clean, I remembered something I had forgotten.

    ‘… In the end, he didn’t come today either.’

    In fact, a cocktail bar isn’t the kind of place you’d visit more than a few times a week, and it wouldn’t be surprising if you never visited again.

    “I was going to get your autograph when I came back.”

    I feel a little sorry, but that’s about it.

    I looked at my watch and saw that it was 2:00 AM.

    “Finally went home… ”

    I guess the cleaning is almost done, I’m about to close the store and go home.

    Tiring.

    I heard the door open.

    “Hey, is the store still open? It’s still before 2 o’clock… .”

    …She, with a familiar face, was peeking her head out through the gap in the door.

    It was Yoon Seol.

    “… I was just about to close it. But please come in anyway.”

    “Ugh. Sorry. I’m late for work… .”

    She comes into the store with an awkward smile. She is wearing her hood over her head as usual.

    “Boss?”

    I looked closely at her like that.

    Blonde hair and blue eyes poking out from between the hood. And even the voice.

    … It was indeed the person I saw on TV.

    ‘oh my god.’

    It’s truly surprising that a hero would come to such an insignificant store.

    As I was lost in such sentiments, she said with a bitter smile.

    “I guess I’m too late, right? I shouldn’t go back today… ”

    He must have thought that I was giving him a hint because I was just staring at him.

    Of course not, so I waved my hand and tried to dissuade her.

    “No, I just have something to think about… Sit wherever you want.”

    “Then excuse me… .”

    She smiled awkwardly at my words and sat down in her usual seat.

    I tried to list in my head the words that would describe the girl in front of me.

    ‘Ice Princess. Ssagaji, South American bird…’

    Somehow, I feel like more bad nicknames come to mind than good ones.

    And then I remember hearing a story somewhere. It’s said that bad memories last seven times longer than good ones… I guess that’s what it is.

    ‘It doesn’t look like much.’

    Do you think people don’t know by their appearance?

    While I was thinking like that, Yunseol spoke to me in a voice that clearly showed her fatigue.

    “I’ll drink it and go. I really feel like drinking today… .”

    “… What happened?”

    She was silent for a moment at my question, then smiled bitterly and said:

    “Just, something bothered me a little. Haa. And I realized I didn’t order anything. I’m craving something sweet… .”

    It’s just that…

    “Then how about Kahlua Milk?”

    Kahlua Milk. A cocktail made with milk and Kahlua, a caramel and coffee-flavored liquor.

    It’s sweet, doesn’t have a bitter aftertaste, and most importantly… it’s easy to make. Just mix milk and Kahlua.

    ‘It’s not that I’m annoying.’

    This is a recommendation that meets the needs of the customer. It is definitely not because your arms are sore from shaking the shaker all day.

    “Milk? Does it have milk in it?”

    “Yes. You can think of it as coffee milk with added alcohol. It’s quite sweet. It also has a caramel flavor.”

    “… Then, please have a drink with that.”

    I heard her order and immediately prepared to make Kahlua Milk.

    I put Kahlua on the rocks and slowly poured the pure white milk on top.

    Then, the dark brown Kahlua began to mix with the white milk. This is my favorite moment when making this drink.

    What should I say? It was a mysterious sight, like a drop of ink in water.

    “You’re so pretty.”

    Yunseol, who was looking this way with her arms resting on the bar table, seemed to like the sight quite a bit.

    ‘Finally, sprinkle the cocoa powder…’

    Kahlua milk is complete.

    “Here, Kahlua Milk is here.”

    “Wow.”

    Yunseol is amazed at the visual of the completed cocktail.

    After taking a sip of her drink, a smile began to spread across her face.

    “Oh my. So happy… .”

    It looks like you like the taste too.

    ​Looking at her like that, I thought again.

    ‘Yeah, who cares if it’s Hero Yunseol or the Hero Association President?’

    They’re all just the same customers. All I want is for them to enjoy the drinks I give them.

    The same applies even if you are a villain rather than a hero.

    ‘… No. You have to report the villain.’

    That’s what they say.

    With such a boring thought in mind, I turned on the television in the store.

    I wanted to look away because I thought I would feel burdened if I kept looking at it.

    [As the trade dispute between the US and China has recently intensified, the relationship between the heroes of each country is also worsening…]

    The late night news is broadcast on the television screen.

    It wasn’t particularly interesting, but it had a decent sound for listening to on the radio.

    [Here is some hero-related news. Hero Yoon Seol recently dismissed the scandal suspicions with famous hero Silver Crow as untrue. In Dispatch, where the suspicions were first raised…]

    ‘Why does something like that come out on the news?’

    I watched her carefully.

    “… .”

    It seemed as if she was trying hard not to look at the television… but her expression was clearly frozen.

    When I saw that sight, I had a gut feeling.

    ‘… I’m screwed.’

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