CHAPTER 679: CHAPTER 418: THE TASTE OF HEARTBREAK_2

Ding-a-ling~

Pushing open the familiar glass door, a scent of flowers and grass wafted from inside the store.

Suzuki Ryo even felt that this moment was quite enjoyable—the fragrance, the breeze, the crisp sound of the doorbell.

Not many people knew about this place or commented on it; it was a haven for him to rest and enjoy.

"Welcome home, Master." The cat-eared maid immediately walked over, her hands clasped on her white apron, a natural smile on her face as she slightly bowed to him.

Of course, something very important was that this cafe had twin maids.

Suzuki Ryo naturally responded, "Yuuri, isn’t your sister here today?"

"Ah, she is. Would you like me to call her over? She’s sleeping in the break room right now."

"Sleeping? Then there’s no need to bother her."

"Okay," Tashiro Yuuri nodded, then raised her eyebrows and asked, "What would you like to drink today, Master?"

"The usual..." Suzuki Ryo looked towards the counter, "Hey, isn’t your manager the one making coffee today? Why is it someone else..."

"That’s the barista who just started yesterday."

"Started yesterday? I see."

As soon as he came in, he noticed... Suzuki Ryo thought that person behind the counter stood out too much.

He even subconsciously thought that the guy would definitely be popular with girls.

For no particular reason, just because he had seen it at school.

The president was only a little handsomer than him, and he was surrounded by admirers, living comfortably.

He had heard that several famous pretty girls had even fought over him out of jealousy.

Reality is truly magical.

It feels like people like that could have women devoted to them in this modern world.

And that man at the counter only reinforced this feeling.

How could someone be so extraordinarily handsome?

Suzuki Ryo carefully observed the man’s features; clearly... there was nothing particularly special, just handsome. But why did he seem increasingly pleasing to the eye the more he looked?

It’s really strange... He never had thoughts like this about that man before...

Could it be that he is...

Suzuki Ryo felt a sudden fear and quickly shook off the unrealistic idea.

"Is Master ordering the usual?" The cat-eared maid asked softly in front of him.

"Everything else the same as usual, just change the coffee to a Matchaclan," Suzuki Ryo replied immediately with a smile.

Reigning in his thoughts, Suzuki Ryo decided not to dwell on it anymore, as long as he didn’t win over the maids in the shop.

Honestly, after coming to this shop for so long, it would be insincere to say he had no feelings for the maids.

Confession?

No, no, the timing isn’t right yet.

Although he had already gotten their contact information, this matter needed careful planning.

...

"Uesugi, one Matchaclan, please." The cat-eared maid Tashiro Yuuri came to the counter holding the menu board.

"Alright."

Uesugi Sakura took the small note handed over by Tashiro Yuuri.

With the manager not around, she then went to the kitchen to prepare the set meal.

The busiest time had passed, and now there weren’t many customers in the store. After tidying up the tables, Towa Rina went to rest near the counter and curiously asked when she saw the order slip for Matchaclan:

"Is that customer heartbroken?"

Kobashi Rikai, who was learning coffee-making techniques from Uesugi Sakura, looked puzzled at Towa Rina’s odd comment:

"Why do you say that?"

Still working, Uesugi Sakura explained, "Matchaclan has a bitter taste, yet it’s sweet and astringent, quite peculiar. People who drink this are usually heartbroken; its complex taste fits their complex emotions."

"Oh, I see."

Towa Rina glanced at the person sitting by the window, "That customer is a regular, but it’s the first time he’s ordered such a bitter coffee like Matchaclan. He usually drinks sweet cappuccinos."

Uesugi Sakura asked, "You remember so clearly?"

"Bored, you know~ When it’s not busy, I remember everything clearly."

Towa Rina said idly, with her hands and head resting beside the cactus on the counter, her cat ears twitching. She watched Uesugi Sakura brew the drink and asked:

"Uesugi, what kind of girl is your wife?"

"You’re curious?"

"Of course! You seem so mysterious—knowledgeable and handsome—who wouldn’t be curious? Just like guys are curious about what pretty girls are like in private."

Uesugi Sakura waited for the hot water in the pot to cool, raising his head to ask, "What’s mysterious about me?"

"Like," Towa Rina tilted her head, laying half her face on her arm, "you ride a pink bicycle to work, like to daydream, and like to take out your phone during breaks to look at a particularly cute girl."

"That must be your wife, right? How come I’ve never seen her? What’s she like?"

"What’s strange about riding a pink bike?"

"Of course, it’s strange! What guy rides a girly pink color?" Towa Rina nudged upwards.

"Who says pink is just for girls?" Uesugi Sakura propped up the kettle, slowly pouring warm water over the filter paper.

Kobashi Rikai listened to their conversation while taking notes on techniques on the side.

Towa Rina lay back down, her cat ears twitching, suddenly laughing, "Uesugi, you’re changing the subject, aren’t you? I remember I was asking about your wife. What kind of girl is she to make you, our mysterious handsome guy, willing to marry her?"

"Why do you ask?"