Redo of a Romanceless Author’s Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth Chapter 34

Chapter 34. The Popular Girl who just wants to be friends. (3/5)

After school, I headed over to work as usual. Based on the last few visits, I had a feeling that girl would show up every day from here on out to buy her favorite drink. Three tis, it had been around the sa ti, so I did the sa thing I’d done on her last visit preemptively moving the last one at the back to the front just before she arrived.

Right on ti, she ca in and completed her purchase as usual while we had the sa exchange.

This sort of routine beca the norm for over the next five days. She beca a regular at our fine establishnt.

Of these five days, I’d called out sick for four consecutive days of school. The entire ti I slacked off on the couch at the small museum in the university while taking so ti to catch up on my writing. Unlike the last ti, I’d inford Rosa beforehand that I’d be doing so to avoid any unnecessary interactions with the popular friend she’d made.

This girl was a problem for . A big one that I couldn’t ignore. She was persistent.

It turned out I’d made the correct decision to skip out on school. I found out from Rosa over the phone that her popular friend had frequently t up with her and they’d gone on a manhunt through all the first-year classes to find the first year she was looking for.

Over these five days, the boys across the three grade levels had naturally caught onto the fact that little Miss Popular was searching for a single first-year boy every day for an entire week straight.

And that brings us to today. Saturday, a day with no school, but I still had to work and I’d be forced to co into contact with the very sa girl in question, giving so many headaches.

Only, today was a bit different than usual. When she ca into the store a guy followed closely behind her. He was talking to her, but she appeared to be troubled by it rather than enjoying their chat.

Instead of going directly to the fridge she always stopped by, she wandered about the store looking through other items available. She was obviously stalling, hoping the guy would get tired and leave on his own.

But that naturally wasn’t going to happen. He’d locked onto her, she was his target. He was incessantly badgering her, barraging her with complints trying to win her over. Nothing he said had any apparent effect though. She just put up a forced stiff smile and nodded along to anything he said.

He didn’t seem to catch the hint that he was a nuisance to her, like a pesky fly buzzing around her that she wanted to swat away. It was exactly as I thought, she couldn’t even hurt a fly. What a troubleso thing it was to be too kind. Despite wanting to be left to enjoy her day off school she didn’t want to hurt the guy in any way. She also didn’t want to request anyone’s help so as to not trouble them.

Seeing her kindness, rather than thinking, ‘how nice of her,’ I felt sick. Suffocating. That’s how I’d feel if I adopted her approach to life. You’re free to choose how you live and all, but don’t you think it’d be more fun to live more freely than confined to this ridiculous overly restrictive kind nature of yours?

But that was the Popular Girl’s nature, I suppose. To make one feel sick to one’s stomach with their kindness.

I feel like I had a good idea what a girl like her needed. She needed a wake-up call. She wouldn’t be able to remain friends with everyone. There would co a ti when that was utterly impossible given certain circumstances. By that point, she’d be put into a position where her heart would be split in two opposite directions not knowing what to do. That fragile tightrope of kindness she was balancing upon, she would inevitably suffer a hard fall.

But… that was not part of my job. I naturally wouldn’t expend valuable energy on doing sothing troubleso like that.

That being the case, this situation was part of my job. Harassnt of a custor while shopping was sothing I did have to take care of, as unfortunate as it may be.

While letting out a small sigh, I picked up a small thin packet from the counter and prepared myself for a bad ti. I tore the corner of the packet open a bit and sucked a little of its contents into my mouth.

After watching things unfold for a few more minutes, I was finally forced along my way by Yuna’s glare beside .

‘Well? This is what you’re here for, right?’ That’s what her gaze told .

Such misfortune.

I prepared myself for the worst and approached the two troubleso custors.

The guy had her cornered up against the fridge with his arm leaning over her head.

“Hey, wanna go do so karaoke after this?” He asked, ignorant of the girl’s overly kind nature, finding it difficult to refuse in fear of hurting his feelings.

I lowered the pitch and volu of my voice so I wouldn’t be recognized before I said with a courteous uncharacteristic fake business smile with a slight bow forward, “Excuse , sir. I personally don’t care if you want to hit on girls and make them uncomfortable outside of this establishnt, but you are currently inside a business where there are other custors. To be quite frank, you’re a nuisance and making them rather uncomfortable. If you’d like to continue your bullshit and not make a purchase then… please get the fuck out.” My uncouth words didn’t match my deanor that oozed professionalism at all.

“Hah! Ya talkin’ ta ! What’d ya just say, you punk-ass little bitch! I’m a valuable paying custor and ya talkin’ ta like that?”

Small traces of spit flew out of his mouth and landed on my face as he raised his voice and yelled at the top of his lungs in front of .

“I sincerely apologize if you didn’t hear , sir. Let repeat myself, please get the fuck out of this store and stop being a pain in the ass.” I asked him again with a respectful deanor that went contrary to the actual words coming out of my mouth.

The girl cornered between him and the fridge looked at in shock not knowing what to do.

I didn’t bother to return her gaze. I was just doing my job.

“Who the hell do ya think ya are?” He raised his hand at and grabbed by the shirt.

“I apologize, but I am just a pitiful worker that has to deal with your bullshit because you don’t know the ti and the place and only think with your dick.”

Enraged by my words, he threw out a punch. I didn’t back away or dodge, I simply clenched my teeth firmly as I’d prepared for it to happen in advance.

When his fist landed on my cheek, my head spun away to the side.

“Ah!” The cornered girl cried out in shock.

Annoyed, my gaze returned to the front as I raised my hand and wiped the corner with the back of my hand. A trail of red was on the back of my hand which he could visibly see.

“How’d ya like that? Ya want another one? There’s more where that ca from.”

My gaze turned to ice. I didn’t raise a fist back at him, but rather opened my mouth and spoke coldly, “Sir, it seems we have a case of assault here now. Before it was simply a bit of harassnt which you could have talked your way out of. But… this is now considered assault, a criminal charge which is no laughing matter.” I took the ti to point at the security caras in the store before I continued.

“With security footage here, several witnesses around, and blood being drawn, what do you think would happen if I decide to press charges against you?”

The overly confident look on his face suddenly transford when he realized the weight behind my words.

In the world of adults, it wasn’t about who could punch the hardest, but rather who could put up with the most bullshit. Seeing as he wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed I’d went about things in this manner to trap him.

“Sir, would you like to get the fuck out now, or would you like to go to court and explain yourself there? You’re free to choose whichever one you please.”

“Tch. What a buzzkill. Hey, c’mon let’s get out of here.” He turned to the troubled girl and was about to pull her along out of the store.

Not knowing what to do or think, flustered in a panic, she grabbed onto the nearest thing. My arm.

“Huh? What are you doing?” He asked.

“Ah. Uh. That is. I’m sorry. He’s actually my boyfriend, I can’t go with you.” She ca up with whatever excuse she possibly could, completely forgetting about trying to be nice as her impression of him had sunk to rock bottom the mont the boy had thrown his fist out.

“Huh? Ya had a boyfriend? Tch. What the hell, wasting my ti. Stupid bitch. Just cause you're a bit pretty ya think ya can lead guys on.”

The guy turned around and vacated the premises while grumbling to himself in displeasure on the way out.