Chapter 13.2: Woman With a Downcast Look II
On the counter were an extraordinary amount of sake bottles, chuhai cans, and one-cup drinks. Plastic cords for packaging. A cutter knife. And a 1-liter bottle of soy sauce
The person who put them down was a middle-aged man in not-so-clean attire.
Shallow breathing, a scrawny frame, sunken cheeks, dark circles under his eyes, and sweat beads developing on his skin. His hunched back was like that of a wilted plant. The man withdrew a crumpled bill from his pocket and dropped it on the counter. He stared up at me and waited for the check.
An odd atmosphere prevailed in the store, and the middle-aged man was the center of attention at once. Their eyes subsequently fell on me who stood in front of the middle-aged man.
I myself wasnt an idiot. Even I could tell that the individual who came before me did not just bring these products to the checkout for the purpose of packaging.
Tons of liquor and these plastic cords. A cutter knife and a bottle of soy sauce.
When I was hired, the manager showed me the be careful if someone tries to buy something list.
It was the worst combination ever.
Should I just settle the check and put everything in a bag And then send the customer off as usual?
No, impossible. But what should I do?
Should I inform the customer that the products could not be sold? As my struggle persisted, my eyes locked with those of the middle-aged man. His eyes were suffused with hesitation and uncertainty.
What on earth was he using these for? You were
Various words flooded through my mind in a matter of seconds, causing me to forget to blink.
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