The Coffee Shop in a Different World Station

Coffee Break - New Year's Eve Meeting of Engineers

Harpertown Station, which celebrated New Year's Eve, was also completely out of the festive mood from Christmas to New Year's Eve, showing how it was doing as usual.

The Harpertown platform, where the sunset drops a long shadow, had a rare appearance of Luna.

Luna peeks into the train window with a little back stretch. Eventually, when I found a shadow working on the leading vehicle, I knocked on the window with Conconn.

At the sign, the person in the car opened the window and embarked on himself. To a tough, magnificent man who wore a cap and stored a mustache, Luna, as usual, offered him the wrap he had kept from Takumi with an uncontrolled smile.

"Good luck to the conductor. Thanks again this year! Oh, Takumi told everyone in the engine district."

"Oh, my lady, thank you! Tell Acting Station Manager to always thank me too!

When the conductor received the wrap for a moment, he put his hand around the cap and thanked him, before closing the window patterned. Luna also lays her hands on her forehead to imitate the trick.

In that smiling gesture, the conductor unwittingly narrowed his eyes.

"Well, nothing to forget. No sleeping passengers either. All right, that's it for inspection."

The conductor, who finished the inspection after disembarking the passengers in turn from behind, picked, peeped and sounded hard the caller whistle that was lowering from his neck as he stepped out of the front door again. Two short notes, one long note, signal to leave.

So much less, a pounding whistle sounds from the locomotive pulling the lead.

While Gattan, Gotton and the wheels played heavy tones, the train proceeded to the engine district, which will be today's waiting area.

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The conductor, who arrives in the engine area and confirms that the vehicle has stopped in place, unloads the simple tarap (ladder) from the leading vehicle and descends to the ground.

There, a large man in a work outfit (uniform) came softly with several young men in the same work outfit.

From both sides of the work hat, a peek is made at the iconic large curly angle of the sheep's eye subman.

The man spoke casually to the conductor.

"Whoa, Cruz. Vehicle master business, good job. Apparently, today's operation is peaceful and unhindered?

"Oh, Carnero? For now, passenger cars are fine. If you're in a locomotive, ask Fabio."

The conductor, called Cruz, shakes hands disappointingly with Carnero. It is the usual courtesy to take over the task of train management from Cruz, the conductor in charge of the train operation, to Carnero, which binds the maintenance squad.

After the liturgy, Carnero calls aloud to his subordinate young man.

"All right, get on with the inspection and maintenance from the passenger cars as soon as possible. The day is still short, so hurry up. But like there's no overlook."

"" "Uh-oh!

Responding quickly, the young people quickly embarked on inspection and maintenance work.

Carnero takes Cruz to the locomotive cab, sidelined by Tequipaki and his men who are working on it.

In the cab, the engineer Fabio, along with two of the engine assistants, was in the process of confirming his arrival in the engine district.

"Hey, Fabio. Good luck today. Is there a particular problem?

"Cruz. Looks fine today. I'm going that way now."

When Fabio gave the assistant some instructions, he told the ladder and came down to the ground. Cruz and Carnero salute each other with their hands next to each other's hats after a firm handshake with Fabio.

Cruz, Carnero and Fabio are three of their peers from the beginning of the opening of the Roses-Harpertown line. Though each had a different type of job as a conductor, mechanic, and engineer, he was willing to do so for the safe operation of trains and comfortable service to customers.

It is a matter of whether or not the three synchronized people are aligned once a week due to the schedule, but it is customary to eat together when the three of them are around.

Carnero, the three of us most liquor lovers, asks the two of us what we plan to do after work.

"Is this the first time this member is going to do that in the New Year? Because of that, and where are we going today?

"I don't care either way. How's Cruz?

"That's what I was thinking, but the station manager's deputy was more distracting than that. Let's get him a cup in the dining room."

Cruz put up a package he had earlier deposited from Luna. I heard from Takumi that the packaging would be handmade.

Understanding the intent of the word, Carnero cringes his throat.

"Oh, an example plug! Thank you from the New Year. I'm gonna have to serve you a drink today."

"You're out big to keep. Then I guess I'll have to get him out too..."

When Fabio said so, he carefully removed one piece of paper wrapped from the bag he was holding in his hand.

It's about a few centimeters thick, the bigger it is, the flat of both hands together. Cruz pinned to see how it was going and gets confirmation from Fabio.

"Is this an example?

"Oh, it's an example alle. When I left home this morning, my guy told me to take it."

"That would be nice. But did you do well at Fabio's - you did. I want us to have an apprenticeship too."

Carnero voyages as he leaks his sigh. Fabio responded as he scratched his nose polypoly as the words lit up.

"If you go home, it's, uh... Shut up, though. Well, you're pretty good at protecting me for coming home."

"I don't know, end up cursing us both. It's hard for a bachelor. Well, then I'll finish my writing in the waiting room one foot away. Finish your work, too."

I spoke to both of them so that Cruz, the only single of the three, would bump into the story. At that rate, we both go back to work, showing them both.

"Okay, then, don't ask me to prepare you for swallowing, as usual. I'll finish my inspection and come back."

"I'll take a bath and see what happens to the assistant, too. I'll take care of the rest!

"Ouch. Even so, it's easy because the main thing is to plug in from acting station manager. Okay, later."

Cruz left so much to say, crossing the tracks to the waiting and lodging areas of the engine district.

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In the dining room where the sun had fallen, the lamp lights were shaking. On a coal stove that serves as a fireplace, a large pot of water is quietly getting the hot air up.

The men who finish their work finish their meals first and each have a break to go back to their rooms and roll out to the city. Only two of them remained in the dining room: Fabio and Carnero, their superiors.

The two of them elbowed at the table and are now waiting late for the food to be carried. So much so that Cruz, who had lost it and finished preparing the dish, came under the two of us.

Cruz begins to explain as he arranges the plates on the table.

"Hey, let me wait. This big plate is a slip from Takumi, and that's my special dish.

The large plate contains frits wrapped in shrimp and chicken with yellow clothes and rolled tacos wrapped in tortilla dough with roasted Vurst (sausage).

The other medium dish had a large, disc-shaped egg roll cut into eight equal portions and served with dons.

In addition to this, bread, cheese and dried meat were arranged, and the last ale poured into a large ceramic jock was carried before each person.

Fabio, the engineer who was waiting for the dish to come out, speaks up.

"They all look good, then, let's toast"

"Oh, I can't wait for this anymore. All right, get the glass ready."

Carnero continued to say so, unplugging the glass bottle cork at hand with a familiar hand.

And when I poured the liquid in the bottle into the small glass at hand with toctok, I turned the bottle on the other two and made them pour the same.

From that liquid, which has a hint of amber, a seductive aroma is emitted.

And the three of them, with the glass in their hand, looked at each other with a strong face with a successful physique, and nodded cocklessly.

"Well, celebrate the New Year," "To a safe reunion," "Wish me a safe job tomorrow."

"" "Cheers" "

The three of you lean the glass along with the hanging voice and drink up the liquid in the cuckoo.

After a temporary silence, pussy and exhale were leaked simultaneously from the three mouths.

"Huh, this is amazing. It's very different from the usual Ron."

Carnero, the provider of this liquor, responded confidently to the exclamation raised from Cruz.

"It's a tequila for New Year's Eve, and it's a two-year old Anjeho."

Tequila itself is a luxury wine category, but Anjejo, aged over time in barrels, is further positioned as a luxury product among them. Come on, it's a substitute you can't talk about.

Fabio, worried about his colleague's condition, speaks out unexpectedly.

"I was pretty uptight with Anjeho again. Ma'am, aren't you angry?

"It's okay, 'cause we're doing good things around there. Once a year, he'll admit that we're more intimate in luxury."

"Ah, here we go again..."

Cruz spills stupidity again about how uncomfortable it feels to talk about two people who are wives. Speak to such colleagues so that Fabio can tear them up.

"So you tell me to find a good person soon, too. Marriage is good. I have a family waiting for me at home. Doesn't that mean you've met a cute little girl at the conductor's office?

"Come on, it wouldn't be a good idea to get your hands on a customer for as much as you want, would it?

"That's right. Then... well, swallow."

Pour the tequila into the Cruz cup as Carnero sips a light mouth as well.

Drinking up trying to stir up the tequila poured again, Cruz grabbed the fork and screamed as he placed the cup with a ton of slapping on his desk.

"Phew, it's rice for now, let's eat! Eat before you guys cool down too!

"I know. Well, I guess I'll take it from your dish because it's a corner."

Fabio said that, he got a large cut egg roll. From the cross section, thinly sliced patterns (potatoes), seboria (onions), and pork meat peek into the face.

Fabio cheeked lavishly with yellow shards still slightly hot.

After chewing for a while to indulge in its flavor, my voice goes up.

"Oh, look at that arm up again!

"Well. I'm a monster, and I have time to study cooking."

"No, and you've improved a lot, haven't you? This time last year, the finish is completely different."

Cruz's mouth angle lifted naturally to the praise he continued from Carnero.

"It's surprisingly interesting to try cooking. Well, I have work to do, so I don't mind every day, but I'm enjoying my day off."

"Heh, you've changed a lot, too. I didn't even try to hold any knives when I didn't go into the kitchen."

Cruz responds to Fabio, who shouts his surprise.

"Well, this is also the effect of acting station manager. Whatever. That guy's cooking is amazing. So is this, isn't it?

That's how Cruz pierced the fried shrimp. Takumi tells me it's a dish called Templar. Similar to frit but not fluffy clothes, the crisp texture is really comfortable.

To Cruz's words, Carnero shakes his neck vertically over and over again.

"Yeah, shrimp frits can be eaten anywhere, but acting station manager is something else"

"Look at this one, too. If it's just Vurst, there's a lot of vegetables in there."

Fabio, who wore it on tacos, has also joined the story. Between the Vurst and Tortilla skins was a chopped and stir-fried Leporillo (cabbage).

The repolo is intertwined with a variety of spices and a tomato flavoured sauce that would probably be the “ketchup” person, adding to the flavour of the Vurst.

Cruz, who sees its contents, unexpectedly gets a sigh.

"Because we're the only ones who don't eat vegetables, so we do this."

Carnero responded to the words, no, no, shaking his neck to the side.

"Even if they're working out in manual labor, we're in a bad year, too. Don't even eat vegetables. It's about time for the rattle, right?

"Oh, I used to think it was leaves, but lately it's because of Acting Station Manager's cooking, and this is how you can eat them deliciously."

"Sure. Well, suppose you'd appreciate it."

Cruz, who lay his own thoughts on Fidel's words, wore them on Gabriel and Tacos.

―――――

After that, the “New Year's Eve party” continued with a lively noise, and the dishes prepared were completely delivered to the stomachs of the three.

The three of them switched from tequila to Oluho (grappa) and layered their cups lightly over the coal oven with sliced dried Hueva (fish eggs), a Fabio product.

Cruz asks Fabio with a sigh of hum.

"Really, this is delicious... erm, what's the name of this?

"Vottarga, yeah. Did you explain the other day?

Cruz scratches Polypoli's head at the answer given by Fabio, somewhere out of tune.

"No, I haven't been able to remember the words lately... I knew I was old"

Two people snort silently at the squirming and talking cruz. After much silence, Carnero uttered the word.

"We need to make sure we grow backward, too."

"Oh, right. But when I was driving, I grew up right down there because I would stick to my instructions. Why don't you make him wait for my instructions forever?"

Fabio looking back at himself, smudging and responding. Tickle the broiled votarga and soak up the liquor.

The job of an engineer is a physical battle, and therefore the time of retirement is inevitably faster.

If I hadn't managed to cultivate a backward step while I was healthy...... Fabio was making me feel every day.

Cruz listened to both of them for a while, but eventually opened his mouth with a potpourri.

"No, I'm going to have my men soon, too. In the meantime, there's been a tip."

To that word, it was Fabio who reacted pah.

"Oh, you'll finally have your men, too! Congratulations!"

"But I don't know how to treat you..."

For Cruz, who has built up the work of the conductor by himself since the beginning of the train operation, he has never been guided in the work of the conductor himself as a subordinate.

In particular, Cruz had yet to see how to convey the point of work of a conductor with many “invisible” elements of attention to passengers.

You guessed how Cruz was, and Carnero, who was in a position to bind many of his men first as a maintenance squad leader, punches Pong and shoulders to put on words of encouragement.

"What, if I show you to some extent, I'll leave the rest to you. I just need to follow up on the side."

"Leave it to me...? Sounds easy, but it's hard."

Cruz exhales one fu sigh and dries a quick glass. Then Fabio also tilted the cup and spilled the potpourri.

"It's hard to leave that up to you."

"Well. I've been following you, and honestly, I'm not worried. But, you know, I have to make you hungry."

Carnero also drank the Oluho in the cup, and - sighed a lot.

Silence reigns over the dining room again. A flame swinging in the stove illuminates the three faces red.

"You can, can't you?

Cruz was the first to raise his voice. Plus Fabio follows.

"Oh, I can do that. I've done it before."

"Right. I'm sure we'll figure it out."

Carnero also overlapped words.

And the three of them, when they pour just one last glass of Oruso, exchange the cups again.

"Let's do it."

"All three, dusk hippos don't seem to be here yet."

"Who's going to serve his men the fastest, that's a battle to come."

The three nodded cocklessly and vacated their cups at once in the words that hung with their minds.

They were the three who gushed up the fighting spirit toward a new goal, feeling the curly heat of burning their throats.

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