"Mel, you have finally reached the gardens with single-digit numbers!"
The man, who placed his head on his hands that were put on the counter, laughed. But the young girl next to him had droopy lips. She would also show her disapproval of the words of the person that she had been working with for almost a year.
"Finally? How many people do you know who started from the forty-first garden and reached the ninth garden in a year, Master?"
Moe responded when Kristin scolded her boss kindly but firmly. The speaker was not just a simple girl working for him, but the only love of his biggest supplier.
"How do I know? He manages to achieve impossible things so easily that I am confused too!"
Mel was laughing out loud. His image, enlightened by the sunlight hitting on his face, was completely different than the image of that timid teenager a year ago.
"Do you remember the day you first came to this shop?"
