29. From Someone Else's Perspective (4)

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"Why does it seem like there are more customers than usual…?"

Not exactly a series of calamities…

Just an evening of one hassle after another.

After checking the flowers on my own for practice, I returned to the table in the corner of the garden, where a familiar face had arrived before me.

It wasn't Neria or Dorothy, of course. It was Orca.

Orca leaned against the table, looking tired, her characteristic snow-white hair hanging limp.

As I took off my apron in front of her, I heard the same thing again.

"Why does it seem like there are more customers than usual…? And witch customers, at that."

Apparently, she hadn't been talking to herself; she'd been talking to me...