(It rubs on the floor every time I crouch down, it flutters around and gets dusty, and......the brim is too wide, so clearly it’s not suitable for customer service.) Frowning slightly at the robe that clung to his legs at every turn, Masachika placed the paper cup he had poured his drink into on the tray. Then a girl in the class dressed as a female knight carries it to the customer’s seat. (Such a difference in terms of quality......) Masachika’s face became inexplicable as he looked away from them. His cloak was cheap, and while her shield and sword were made of paper and cardboard, the quality of her armor was quite good, as it seems that the elaborate students in the class had taken it quite seriously. Masachika was dressed up as a child at the very least, but that would work well enough as a cosplay. Thanks to this, Masachika subtly narrowed his shoulders. Also, that judo member from earlier? That’s not cosplay, but who he was normally. (Well, I’m in charge of the kitchen, so I don’t mind...... By the way, when is Alya coming?) Since they had the same shift, Alisa also came to the classroom with Masachika. Immediately after that, however, Alya was taken away by three girls from her class who were waiting for her, and she had not returned yet even though it had been more than 15 minutes since her arrival. (It’s already past the start time of the shift...okay? Well, I can totally turn it around if I feel like it.) Looking around the classroom, students who had come as guests were discussing with difficult looks on their faces, drinks in hand. “I think the base is ginger ale, but I don’t know what it is...... I’ve had it somewhere before.” “Could this......possibly have cocoa in it? It tastes kind of nostalgic......” “Hey, I’m tasting something like dried plums in the background...... Is it my imagination?”