[Part-Timer Urgently Needed!]
Part-timer urgently needed!
Seeking night shift part-timer for cafe.
Hourly wage: 12,900 :₩&/
Located in a remote area, so it’s very dark.
Due to the nature of night shifts, there aren’t many customers.
It’s a security zone, so violent customers absolutely won’t come.
If you’re a human who can see this post, you’re especially welcome!
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Swish, swish.
After looking at the boss’s face, I lowered my gaze and followed with my eyes what was touching the floor and moving.
Are my eyes weird? What’s moving right now like it’s sweeping…
“This is troublesome! We’re looking for a part-timer who’ll work long-term. But you’re human, right?”
Tap tap tap tap! Long nails tapping on the table, slender fingers. And between the finger joints, attached…
“Ye-es… human… I’m human… right…?”
Webbed feet…
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A man with a glamorous face that could be called familiar if it was familiar entered slowly.
It was that man called Bihyeon.
Wow, I almost forgot his face.
I smiled brightly toward the man approaching, mixing service spirit with happiness. And I immediately held out the cookies I had made.
The man made an “Oh” sound of admiration, but he didn’t look like he had any intention of taking them at all.
“Wow, really… I worked so hard making these every day until customers came so I wouldn’t get fired.”
It’s true. My hands are so popular here. You can’t fire me like this, okay?
Hmm, the man who had been contemplating and was about to leave with just his coffee turned around and pointedly tore open the cookie packaging right there and put it in his mouth. The man, who had been chewing without much expression change, immediately took a sip of coffee and said one thing.
“It’s sweet.”
“…Pardon? I made it as un-sweet as possible… Oh, you really, really hate sweet things.”
“Yeah.”
I nodded my head greatly at the man’s eyes looking at me with a smile.
From his reaction, it seemed like it wasn’t that he disliked it because I made it, but that it was genuinely sweet for his taste.
“Then tomorrow I’ll make it even less sweet for you.”
When I spoke with confident eyes, the man shrugged his shoulders, re-wrapped the remaining cookies, and turned around to leave the cafe.
Hmm, judging by his expression, it seems like I can keep working, right?
I’m a Human Part-Timer at a Non-Human Cafe, But… 60 