Daily demolition of the store [Comprehensive British and American]

Novia was able to rest for a while after a wave of busyness in the store passed.She was leaning against the cash register, and from this position, she could see the flow of people outside the store under the scorching sun.

But... always feel like something is missing?

Novia frowned, and silently counted the one, two, three, and four on the purchase list in the store. There was no problem after thinking about it. Novia was sure that her memory was good, but the feeling of emptiness in her heart was always Unable to get rid of it, she hesitated for a moment, or gave up the memory, hoping that she would suddenly remember it after a while.

Apart from this disturbing thing, the operation of the store is developing in the direction that Novia most hopes.She glanced at the amount at the cash register, a few hundred dollars was enough for a small dessert shop.If she continues with this momentum, she will soon be able to repay the loan when she opened the store, and she will be able to save a deposit before the end of the year.

Thinking of this, Novia unconsciously smiled.

After 01:30, many eager guests started their tea time.A new batch of desserts is brought out of the oven.Novia carefully put each kind of sweets into corresponding cabinets by category, and put cute toothpick flags on the side to mark the price.

"Hi, I want a chocolate donut."

While bending over to work, Novia heard a voice from above - a New York accent with a perfect accent, and the voice was still inexplicably familiar.Novia looked up at the guest - the guest was wearing a peaked cap, although his face could not be seen from a normal angle, but Novia looked up from the bottom, and she called out the guest's name in surprise. name.

"Mr. Stark?"

There could be many Starks in New York.But there is only one Tony Stark.He is the darling of newspaper news and often appears in media reports.Half of them are the latest scientific research achievements of Stark Industries, and the other half are his personal gossip.

Novia has read the long and lengthy report of this gentleman from the newspaper.She is half of Mr. Stark's fans-the scientific research results highlighted in academic journals are very attractive to Novia, a girl who was born in a family with a strong scientific atmosphere.As for the other half of this gentleman... Novia has always understood this gentleman's so-called personal charm as a blessing when money is abundant.

This stubborn cognition has continued until now. Novia kept bending over and looking up for a long time before realizing that there was only a cashier's distance between him and the famous Mr. President.

"I'm sorry, what can I do for you?"

Tony looked at the somewhat flustered woman with a smile.Recovering from the shock, she probably hadn't realized the tuft of hair on her head that had gone wrong and rebelled.

"Chocolate donuts." Tony pointed to the most conspicuous place on the counter, and asked again: "Are you the owner here?"

"Ah! Yes!" Novia calmed down in the familiar operation process.She picked up the donut familiarly, and gently put the dessert on the white porcelain plate.

"Just pack it up." Stark interrupted her behavior.

Novia was stunned for a moment before she realized that she hadn't heard of Mr. Stark's hobby of tasting desserts before, and his behavior of taking out just proved this point. The donuts were probably brought to his girlfriend.

Thinking of this, Novia finally remembered the playboy half of Mr. Stark in his impression.She handed over the donuts, and in line with the virtues that a businessman should have, she suggested to Stark responsibly: "Don't you choose a few other desserts? The Napoleon in our store is very delicious."

After Novia finished speaking, she stared closely at Stark's facial expression. She thought that Mr. Stark's heart should be caught in some kind of entanglement at this moment.

Fortunately, Stark didn't hesitate for long, he showed a seductive smile, and said to her kindly: "Then help me pack everything!"

The prices of desserts in Novia's store are not cheap, and one serving of each is an unexpected benefit for a small store.Coupled with the fact that the sale was facilitated by her alone, Novia speeded up her movements in a good mood.

"Do you have a takeaway phone here?"

"Can you answer a question for me?"

When putting the dessert belt on the counter, the two of them were talking almost at the same time.They looked at each other with some embarrassment. Novia was unwilling to answer the question first, but fortunately, the other party spread his hands in a graceful manner.

"go ahead."

"What I want to ask is the last issue of the bachelor's periodical..." Novia took out a magazine she used to pass the time from under the counter.She has always been worried about the set of data recorded above.

"Academic journals...?" Stark didn't pick up Novia's topic all of a sudden.He actually knew a lot of female scholars who were good at academics, and there were a few of them who were very beautiful. Each of these people graduated from an Ivy League school and lived in a strong academic atmosphere.

But the owner of a dessert shop has a top academic journal as a hobby. This huge contrast allows people to make up a lot of background stories.

"I don't pick up things." During the handover, there was one last small obstacle.

Under his reminder, Novia remembered the little rumor about Stark not picking things up with his own hands. The reporter wrote it in the mode of 'disclosure from an insider' plus 'little hobby of the rich'.But Novia can understand such small details.She put the magazine on the counter and waited without blinking for Stark to answer quickly.

Stark lived up to expectations and picked up the rolled-up periodical, and glanced at Novia calmly, as if re-examining Novia. This time, Tony forgot to buy it for the time being. Blame the dessert thing on the non-existent 'girlfriend'.

When he looked at Novia, he no longer simply defined her as the owner of a dessert shop.

The woman opposite was looking at him expectantly, her pure black eyes were like a piece of fine obsidian.Even standing at such a close distance, Tony couldn't find any blemishes such as pores and blackheads on Novia's face. Her complexion was fair but healthy, and her high black ponytail was fluffy and smooth, without any perm. .

Sensing that Tony was looking at her, Novia restrained her expectation vigilantly, and lowered her head to fiddle with the few coins in the cash register.

Tony felt as if he saw a rather awkward black cat, and it was the kind that would scare away if he wasn't careful.

"Okay. Your point of view is right. This set of data has problems from here..." Tony put the journal on the counter, and Novia took out a ballpoint pen in good time.Soon, the ballpoint pen wrote down a long series of calculation formulas.

"It's a bit like giving homework to college students." At the last step of writing, Stark stopped suddenly. He was sure that Novia did not use academic communication for the purpose of striking up a conversation, and she really understood him. everything said.

"Hurry up, please! Calculate the last result!" Novia, who was staring at the magazine, didn't realize the teasing in Stark's words, and all her thoughts were devoted to the journal, with beautiful handwriting It is not derogatory because of the inferior ballpoint pen, the writer's thinking is clearer, and there is no redundant correction or termination on the paper.

This smooth and smooth recording method, coupled with the rigorous logic contained in the formula itself. ——Novia only hopes to see the result quickly, and does not want to be interrupted by other things halfway.

"It's already been written to this point, you can actually substitute it in and calculate the result yourself..." Tony was a little amused when he mentioned the sweets that had been packaged before the calculation.

"I just want to see you fill in the last line!" Novia frowned tightly.The half-written formula made her feel sad.

Is this some kind of OCD?

Stark almost laughed out loud seeing the shopkeeper's bitter and bitter look.

"But you haven't answered my question yet."

"What's the question?" Novia asked back almost as soon as he finished speaking. She completely forgot Tony's question about the takeaway.

But Tony didn't care that much about that either.

"What's your name?"

"Novia Reeves." During Stark's interruption, Novia gradually remembered other things.On the one hand, she admired Stark's subtle calculation method very much, but at the same time, she was a little indignant at the man's behavior that stopped midway.

"About takeaway... there are not enough people in the store, sorry, this service cannot be provided for the time being."

"Don't you still want me to finish that calculation?" Stark was a little disappointed that Novia gave up his previous insistence so quickly.After he finished speaking, Novia gave her a hard look.

This person obviously doesn't write, but still asks her!

Novia felt that she was angry, but she still had to keep smiling at the big client.