I didinot know where to cast my eyes and looked toward theiback room.
As usual, Aya was puffing on my SeveniStar. How long was she planning to keep doing that? Enough, please let your daughter co out. That was my earnest thought. That being said, if I kept eyeing her, I was afraidishe would glare back at , so I heaved a sigh and shifted my gaze back to the store.
The whole store, with its orderly display shelves, clean, freshly mopped floors, brilliantly glowing fluorescent lights, and a hideous woman clinging to the front of the magazine section, was reigned with silence. It was theisa old scene.
For , this was everyday life, as I had grown familiar by now with the surroundings, evenithough extraordinary elents were thrown into the mix.
Perhaps I had giveniup, but the woman sticking around, the occasional transparent human being, the human body parts such as legs and heads, and even sothing I couldnt even distinguish as a human being made jump up and down at first, though lately I have gotten adjusted to it, albeit onlyia little. And now, my reaction was like, Oh here it cos again.
Although I had been constantly denying this ability, itiwouldnt have mattered if I had resisted. In fact, I have reached the point where I was amazed at how open I was to the idea that anything would happen.
Even so, the feeling of fear was still present, but I thoughtithat in ti, I might not even be afraid anymore. Humans were creatures that adapted to their environnt.
Good grief. Either my brain wasnt getting enough nutrients becauseiI ate only son noodles like a fool on a daily cycle or my brain rotted away ahead of my body. The things I perceived in my vision no longer felt fresh. Perhaps I didnt have nerves of steel but I felt dry overall. Tension in the sumr heat was trendous, huh? It madei not care about various things.
The woman, on the other hand, after having walked around the store for a while, started to stand in front of the display shelf at the end of the store.
Ballpoint pens and markers, brown envelopes, A4-size looseleaf notebook, paper clips, liquid glue, scissors and notepads. The kind of little miscellaneous items that were always sold in every convenience store.
The woman who had grabbed a pastry or bread without hesitation earlier and dropped it into the basket sohow exhibited a sign of hesitancy for the first ti there and gazed at the miscellaneous items on the display shelves.
She then took a ballpoint pen and a loose-leaf notebook, set them aside, picked them up once more, and set them down back in the sa place. It was kind of like she was truly wondering whether to purchase the product rather than checking the na and price of the item.
On top of that I felt like she was awfully fidgety. How should I put it?
Sothing was out of tune.
Shouldnt she just be looking at it without picking it up if she was confused?
Were there people like that?
After putting the loose-leaf notebook in the basket, she continued to take a ballpoint pen and an envelope down.
Oh, she put the envelope back on the shelf again.
The ballpoint pen was picked up from the basket this ti and she was about to put it back, but whatever she was thinking, she dropped it back into the basket again.
Instead of fidgeting, she was behaving extrely suspiciously. What was all this about?
While I was observing her with mild discomfort our eyes accidentally made contact again.
Before I could even shift my eyeballs upward, she swiftly turned her head away, grasped the basket, and turned her feet toward the magazine section as if nothing had happened.
No matter how I looked at it, that was too unnatural. What the hell was with this custor?
Picking up a magazine, she hunched over and stared at the pages as if she were devouring them. I feigned not to be watching her while I applied all the observation skills I had honed at this convenience store and pinpointed her out of the corner of my eye.
Oh It was obvious that she was looking at the magazine while paying attention to . I see I get it.
In short, she didnt want to be seen. About what she put in her basket.
Grinning inwardly, I deliberately turned around and began to tidy up the not-too-disorganized display of cigarettes.
Well, that should do it. No complaints about this, right?
I restocked the shelves with new boxes of cigarettes as if to demonstrate this with my back. On that display shelf, not only miscellaneous goods but daily commodities were placed as well. Things for won and condoms. Even things that were a little embarrassing to be seen were on display.
While I wasnt sure about the latter, I assud it would be the forr. At this ti of the day, pharmacies were of course closed, leaving the convenience stores as the only place available for purchase. She was the only custor, and at the counter was a blonde staff mber with a dull look on his face.
She was still a young girl. While sensing that the staff was watching her, she didnt have the courage to put those items in her own basket. The huge amount of sweets and pastries might be a camouflage at least. In any event, that was what all this was about.
Such people like this existed. Won who hesitantly purchase while being self-conscious of the male staff.
But you know what Regardless of how much they tried to cover it up, the cashier would see it when they brought it to the cash register in any case!
Dont futilely resist, at any rate, I didnt think anything of it. I could understand how you feel, though.
But it was kind of hurtful, I felt like I might be regarded as a beast or sothing. I wondered if Takenaka wouldnt feel this way.
The sound of heels echoed softly then. Apparently, she confird that I didnt turn around and went back to that place again.
In spite of my appearance, I have learned to be more attentive to girls than I was in high school. I have prepared a bag that was not transparent from the outside, so please feel free to browse as much as you like.
While thinking about this, I was refilling cigarettes and taking out the burnt residue from the fryer and so on, and I heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
Sure enough, I turned around and was struck by the sight of the young female office worker looking at as she placed a basket full of products on the counter. Without uttering a word, she drew her purse out of her bag, her mouth agape with displeasure. She was probably trying to tell not to stare at her. I know, I know, and that was my fault too.
Apologizing in my mind, I proceeded to scan the bar code of the large number of items I was looking at, as usual. Twelve loaves of bread and seventeen sweets.
Wow Convenience stores didnt have refrigerants, but she was a daring custor, buying so many products in the midst of sumr, the cream would soon be spoiled.
From there, five sweet-looking packaged drinks were present and then.
Miscellaneous goods
A looseleaf notebook, brown envelopes, and ballpoint pens were buried in the bread and hidden at the bottom. When I moved them out of the basket, I found sothing that had been hidden even deeper down, bringing my hands to a halt.
Translator: MadHatter
What was left in the basket was a woodworking utility knife.
And another thing.
Not wons daily necessities.
A roll of vinyl strings for packing. Vinyl strings
I raised my head and looked at the woman.
Swollen eyelids and dark circles under her eyes. Her cheeks were hollowed out and her complexion was not particularly good. Or rather, her complexion was poor. She was overall emaciated.
The womans face was so listless that I thought so at first glance. The events of a few days ago flashed back to .
Vinyl strings and scissor
The middle-aged man with tears streaking down his face.
A tingle seared deep in my chest.
No way
This person
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