I loaded the ghost talk game

Convenience store at night.

On the cable radio in the store, a recording of a popular idol's speech is being played tirelessly to advertise the season's main juice.

The burly Okamura-kun was standing behind the cash register, doing business with a not-so-good-looking smile.

The store manager, Ikumi Kawai, was also in the store tonight, checking the items on the shelves with the manifest.

Kamiyagawa, a part-time employee in the store, took sick leave for a week. During this time, the widowed store manager would personally come to the store every night to help.

Ding dong——

The electronic doorbell at the door rings.

The automatic shutter of the glass opens slowly.

Another customer came in.

The person who came was a woman in her mid-20s, dressed very professionally, with a white shirt, a hip-wrapped skirt, black pantyhose that outlined her well-proportioned and sensual thighs, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes under her feet.

The thin heels that look good but are very tiring will make a crisp sound of "da da" when stepping on the smooth floor of the convenience store.

"Welcome, Miss Maruta."

Okamura greeted each other with a bright smile on his face.

"Good evening, Okamura-kun." Ms. Maruta squeezed a smile on her tired face. There is a tear mole under the corner of her right eye. When she smiles, she looks very beautiful and charming. "And Manager Kawai ,Good evening."

After greeting the two people in the store, Maruta began to concentrate on choosing oden in front of the counter, and put the bowl in front of the counter after choosing, "As usual, add udon."

"OK, wait."

"Thank you." Maruda nodded in thanks, and then said casually, "Oh? Isn't Kamiya-kun here tonight?"

"Yes, Kamiya-kun took sick leave for a week."

"Huh? How long is a week? Is it a serious illness?"

"It doesn't seem to be the case. He said that it will be better if you rest." Okamura skillfully tore open a pack of udon noodles, and continued talking without looking up, "Miss Maruta is working overtime to this point again?"

Maruta: "Yeah, there's nothing I can do about it. In the club, there is a quota of 40 hours of overtime a month. Otherwise, you may be laid off."

At this time, the store manager He Jing also came over and said, "It's still hard work as always."

Maruta: "If you make more money, you can gain a foothold in a metropolis like Tokyo."

The widow's store manager: "You can get a foothold here if you marry a good man. Maruta, your appearance is so good, why don't you try to work hard in this direction?"

"Don't make fun of me, Manager Kawai." Maruda just smiled.

This beautiful and capable OL is a hard-working worker and a regular customer in the convenience store.

The president of the company she works in is an old vampire worthy of hanging a street lamp, and the squeeze on employees is very serious, so Maruda often works overtime until late, and doesn't even have dinner.

After I finally finished working overtime, I was free to come to the convenience store near my home and order oden to fill my stomach.

Over time, Okamura-kun, Kamiyagawa, and even the store manager Kawai Ikumi who worked part-time at the convenience store all knew her.

But everyone only knows her surname Maruta, not what her first name is.

...

"The Kanto you want is ready, Miss Maruta."

"Thanks."

Udon noodles are added to the hot oden.

Large pieces of radish and rich-tasting lucky bags are piled on top of the hot soup.

It looks very appetizing.

The OL sister took the oden, walked dignifiedly and pattered to the dining area, and began to taste the dinner plus supper.

"Ah——I feel alive." A sip of juicy white radish was a little hot in the mouth, and Maruta took a small breath, but he was still satisfied.

Okamura behind the counter watched the OL quietly, with obvious admiration in his eyes.

In the convenience store at night, the lighting in the dining area is a bit dim, and the completely transparent glass on the side allows you to see the dark street outside.

A beautiful but slightly tired OL was sitting there, nibbling and swiping her phone quietly, dressed in a uniform, abstinent and inexplicably alluring.

Such a picture is actually quite beautiful.

Halfway through eating, Maruda stood up and went to the freezer to get two of the main drinks of the season.

The store is very quiet.

Okamura didn't speak, and the widow store manager silently tidied up the shelves, only the voice of the cable broadcast was ringing.

About ten more minutes passed.

Maruda finished his oden, but there was still a bottle of drink left.

She got up, her high heels tapped lightly on the floor, and walked to the counter: "Check out, Okamura-kun."

"Okay, the total is 850 yen."

Sister OL took out her wallet, counted out some money casually, put it in front of the counter, then turned around and walked towards the store door.

The unopened bottle of matcha-flavored drink was left on the counter.

"That, Maruta-san! You haven't got your drink yet!"

"I invite you to drink."

Maruda turned around and smiled, eyes with a bright smile, matched with the tear mole at the corner of his upper right eye, charming and beautiful.

Okamura scratched his head: "Oh... oh, hehe..."

When he came back to his senses, Miss Maruta had already walked outside the door, and the automatic door in the store was slowly closing.

So Okamura hurriedly said again: "It's very late, be careful on the way home, Ms. Maruta!"

The OL at the door obviously heard this, turned around and waved with a smile.

The store door is closed.

After Miss Maruta's back disappeared, Okamura really came back to his senses, and slowly picked up the drinks and change from the counter.

one count.

"ah?"

Okamura found something was wrong.

The amount of money for the mole OL is wrong.

There is no less payment, but an extra 1,000 yen.

It should be that I didn't pay attention when I took out the money, and it was accidentally entrained in it.

"What's the matter?" The widow's store manager came to the counter.

Okamura scratched the back of his head: "Miss Maruta gave too much money."

"Tsk. I didn't even do my job well because I was too busy looking at her face." The store manager sighed, "When Ms. Maruta comes over next time, return the money to her."

"I... didn't, didn't, didn't look at her face." Okamura began to stammer.

The widow's store manager showed a mocking smile. How could such a clumsy lie deceive such a young woman who has experienced human affairs:

"Okamura, do you like Ms. Maruta very much?"

"Ah? I don't, I don't, I don't like Ms. Maruta very much!" Okamura blushed.

Negative plus retelling, typical clumsy lie.

Although he is a frequent visitor to Fubuki Town, Okamura unexpectedly has little experience in communicating with girls in that kind of place.

"There's none?"

"Uh..." Okamura didn't deny it this time, but his expression was discouraged, "But, Ms. Maruta, you should like boys like Kamiya-kun more, right?"

"Kamiya-kun is good-looking, but for Maruda, he is too young."

"Then me! Then I..." Okamura suddenly became excited.

"You... well, if you want me to be honest, Maruta is beautiful and hardworking, Okamura, you are not worthy of others, don't think about it." Kawai Yumi shook her head, and said the truth with a bit of a vicious tongue:

"Besides, I just bought you a bottle of drink. She works alone in a place like Tokyo and doesn't know many people, so maybe this is just to express the goodwill of her acquaintances? She also invited Kamiya who worked late at night before." Jun, do you want to drink this refreshing matcha tea?"

Okamura: "Uh..."

The store manager continued to make up the knife: "She seems to like me, but it is one of the illusions that people often have in life. Be sober and work hard."

Okamura began to cry with a sad face, but felt that the store manager's words were not unreasonable, and he was sober in the world.