But he walked straight into the room next door to get the delivery signed for.
"Splash—"
Only to have juice thrown on him by the customer. "I rushed you thirty minutes ago, and not only are you only here now, everything inside is broken!"
"No, this may have been damaged during transport—" Oreki said.
But the customer signing for the delivery seemed very aggressive.
"Why be so harsh—" Finally, Oreki heard a cool, dignified female voice from behind him.
Yukinoshita Mother stood behind Oreki. She noticed how bedraggled Oreki looked right now.
So she hurried over in her wooden clogs.
She stood in front of the customer who had thrown the juice. "What is wrong with being a little more tolerant?"
"Then what about my losses!" the juice-throwing customer refused to let it go. However, when she noticed Yukinoshita Mother's wealthy air and elegant clothing, she lost a bit of her confidence.
"Will this be enough?"
Yukinoshita Mother calmly took two ten-thousand-yen bills from her wallet.
"Enough, enough."
The juice-throwing customer quickly took them, then walked straight off as though trying to avoid her, leaving.
"..."
Noticing this scene, Yukinoshita Mother was somewhat speechless.
"Um... thank you." But she also noticed that the young deliveryman beside her seemed very embarrassed.
He really was just a child.
"Wipe yourself off with a towel first," she said.
Then she had Oreki enter the private room Haruno had reserved, and handed him one of the white towels prepared in the room for guests.
Oreki thanked her, then covered his head with the towel. After all, nobody liked having their hair dripping wet.
His hair was easy enough to dry, but the stain on his shirt was not so easy to wipe away.
So he had no choice but to take off his jacket.