Chapter 49 - Sodas, Ramen, And Cookies

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"So, what are you girls doing?"

The four of them refuse to look at me as if the monitor and keyboard are a lot more interesting than a human being. Or maybe their headphones are blocking my voice. That may be the case. But surely, I don't think the YOLO likes me. They see me as a different thing anyway. What's the word again, boomer? Man, I'm not that old. Can someone who can't die be measure by age? Still, I don't think I'm any different. Just a slight. That's just sad.

But I'm planning not to let it stay.

"Have you guys eaten?"

This is me trying to get them like me. After all, it'd only bring the good for later on.

As if to prove that their headphones are still kind to the outside world, Fatty turns to me with dazzling eyes immediately after I asked that, " No--I don't think we have eaten -- "

And gets nudged by Nerdy.

Fatty gives her a confused look.

" What ? " She says.

Nerdy sighs as she pulls down her headphone, " Aren't you're a little easy to bait ? " She say to Fatty.

Fatty has a deeper confusion on her face, " But he's offering food, isn't he? "

She looks at me.

I nod. Yep, though I merely ask a question I follow them up with me trying to buy you all some food. And bait. Of course bait.

" Look at him, he's offering you a bait. " Nerdy explains.

I decide to participate in their conversation and not let myself treat as if an NPC and gets commentators. "No, I don't." I say, "I'm just a responsible adult who feels obligate to take care of every teenager in this world."

Fatty is nodding for each of my (lie) words, "see?"

"What see?" Nerdy sighs, "do whatever you want."

I shrug, "all right, five cups of ramen are coming up."

Before I leave the cyber cafe I asked Fuck if there are any nearby convenience stores around and he happily told me the direction.

His smile is really fucked up.

The sun is almost straight now and my phone tells me it's 11 A.M...

The convenience store is…I guess normal. There's nothing new or interesting when I look around. I don't expect anything anyway. The place is boring and cold.

But there's one customer who has been gazing up and stays on her spot as if she's a doll.

After I bought five cups of ramen I decide to look if the woman is still---

Ah, she is.

Her hair is silver. At first I thought I recognised her but maybe it's reminds me of someone among the negative girls. You guessed it, Claire the mafia daughter ( not yet official title.) But clearly she's not Claire, I only get that assumption because they have the same silkiness and hair colour. But Claire's a long one and this girl is with a shoulder length. And I don't think Claire would be smiling absently like that. Maybe I'm wrong, Claire looks like she has forgotten how to a smile.

I've been looking at her for a while now and realize that other people have their suspicion of me. What? Do I look like a human trafficker?

If so it's none of your business.

The stares go off after I give them a nod.

But their attention is still on me.

Even the counter girl is holding her phone tightly as she look at me.

Sigh. . .

So in the end I end up having to strike a conversation with the strange woman. If I don't do that, someone would like me to be put behind bars and hoping this world is going to be a better place for their family to live happily.

I approach the girl slowly and ask, "What are you doing?"

It's a rude question and ( a bit ) sudden because I was intending to do it that way. The more uncomfortable the conversation is the faster it ends. Take some note.

The woman eyes drop from whatever she's looming at and float in my direction. Sniff. She sniffs loudly. " Ah, you smell really different. "

Er…

Okay maybe I'm nota big fan of sniffing but if it's done right I pretty sure it'd be hot. I don't think sniffing me in the middle of the day and nowhere is hot. I'm not an exhibitionist (question mark.)

"Excuse me?" I'm not sure if I have offended her by that sudden call out. And I also am not sure how to reply her weird gesture. We're both weird.

She sniffs me again.

It's either she's telling me I haven't washed (which I did this morning but walking under the sky is not really anti-sweaty) or I smell like a real man.

The woman shakes her head, "I'm very sorry."

She giggles.

Hey, I think I like this person already. Her giggle is cute.

The woman hold her slender finger up to me and say "To answer your earliest question, I am looking up there."

She turns her finger and points at the top of the shelves. Apparently, it's a tin box of cookies filling the row.

"What of them?" I ask and realize it's a stupid question.

She eyes them, "I want to buy one."

All right, it seems this conversation has drag long enough. But with the happy look she is giving me, my instinct automatically tells myself to commit into it.

Who knows, maybe she's down with a quickie. You never know.

I ask, "Then? Why don't you?" And realize it's another stupid question.

The woman is not as tall as I am nor enough to grab the cookie down.

"I can't reach them." She answers the obvious.

She looks up at me. I can feel our height difference.

I shrug, "I guess if you need my help I'm--"

She shakes her head, "No no…I like this way."

She like what?

"What?"

The woman begins to breathe heavily. Her face flush. And she answer me in a draggy tone, " Thhiink aboout it, the, the feeling of desphaiiiir that I am not going to be enough to have what I want…"

She looks at me with a suggestive face, "Isn't it the best?"

"Er…well," my neck throbs, "I wouldn't necessarily think so I mean, you could just ask for a chair if you want to take it down yourself… Or other people to help, which Ian be me. I think I tall enough to grab them. I wouldn't mind."

She giggles as she shakes her head, "you're lying."

What?

Her finger touches my nose. She presses it gently as she slowly says, "I know that look of your eyes."

Her black voiding eyes twirl my vision.

Her smile I've seen somewhere.

I shake my head. It's nothing. I'm imagining things. Stay real, me. I clear my throat, " Anyway, do you want my help or what?"

She pulls back her finger and look up the cookie and then come to say, "okay!"

Using my height, the cookie goes down.

I shove it to her.

She shakes her head.

"w-why?"

She sighs, "you take it. I'm not worthy of it anymore if I can't even grab it myself."

"But I don't need this."

She tilts her head as if it's the stupidest excuse she ever heard, "take it. It's free."

…

"It's not free." I say.

She reply, "How come? I just gave it to you, o' worthy one."

"Are you actually some kind of employee here?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you trying to lure me to buy this?"

"It's free."

I sigh, "it's not. So do you still want this or what?"

She only gives me silence. I don't think she'd be answering that.

Man, what a character.

"Whatever."

I take the cookie with me to the counter. The young woman follows me. I never get to know her name. But again, why would I want to know some crazy person's name.

The cashier wraps my order; five ramens and sodas and a cookies tin.

Money is not a problem for me in this world.

As long as it's enough and keep coming back, I wouldn't have a headache about money.

It's not like I will use the money for something expensive.

But you'll never know the future.

We go outside and take a warm air.

'We?'

The young woman grins at me.

Why are you still following me, is what I should ask but I couldn't care.

I pull out the cookie tin from the crackling plastic bag and give it to her.

She frowns, "Isn't this yours?"

When she handholds it, I release my hand.

"It's yours now."

"But I don't need charity."

No, you should.

I shrug, "you can't refuse it now. As I said, I don't need it. Maybe you do but I don't want to know. Take it. It's garbage to me."

She smiles sweetly and laughs crazily as if telling the world we're here.

"What's your name, Mister?"

"..."

"My name…"

"...is Sunbae…"

Then I realize, she has a long walk away. I was alone for five minutes, standing on this street as people passed by.

Well, at least she takes the cookie. Hope the cookie will cure her…weird mentality.

I walk back Pay and Play.

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