A convenience store at night.

On the in-store cable broadcast, a recording of a popular idol's speech is being played tirelessly, and an advertisement is being made for the season's main juice.

Okamura-kun, who is stout and strong, stands at the back of the cash register and does business with a smile that is not good-looking.

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

Kamiyagawa, a part-time employee at the store, took a week of sick leave, and during this time, the surviving store manager personally came to the store every night to help.

Ding Dong –

The electronic doorbell at the door rings.

The automatic filling of the glass slowly opens.

Another guest has entered.

It was a woman of about 25 years old, dressed in a very professional dress, a white shirt, a hip-wrapping skirt, black pantyhose that framed her shapely and fleshy thighs, and a pair of black high heels underneath.

The thin heel, which looks good but is very tiring for the foot, makes a crisp "click" sound when stepping on the smooth floor of the convenience store.

"Welcome, Miss Maruta."

Okamura greeted the other party, and the smile on his face brightened a little.

"Good evening, Okamura-kun." Miss Maruda's tired face squeezed out a smile, and there was a tear mole under the corner of her right eye, and when she laughed, she would look very good-looking and charming, "And Manager Kawai, good evening." ”

After saying hello to the two people in the store, Maruda began to concentrate on picking up the oden at the counter, and after choosing, he put the bowl in front of the counter: "As usual, add some udon." ”

"Okay, wait a minute."

"Thank you." Maruta nodded in acknowledgement, then spoke casually, "Oh? Isn't Kamiya-kun here tonight? ”

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

"Huh? Is a week so long? Is it a serious illness? ”

"It doesn't seem like so, he said it would be fine to rest." Okamura expertly tore open a pack of udon noodles and continued to speak without looking up, "Did Miss Maruda work overtime to this point again?" ”

Maruda: "yes, there's nothing I can do. There is an indicator that you must work 40 hours of overtime in a month. Otherwise, you may be laid off. ”

At this time, the manager of Kawai on the side also came over and said, "It's still as hard as ever." ”

Maruda: "I need to make more money to gain a foothold in a metropolis like Tokyo." ”

The surviving store manager: "If you marry a good man, you can also gain a foothold here." Maruta, your appearance is so good, why don't you try to work in this direction? ”

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

this

。 A beautiful and capable OL.,It's a hard-working worker.,At the same time, it's also a regular customer in a convenience store.。

The president of her company, the president is an old vampire who deserves to hang a street lamp, and the oppression of employees is very serious, so Maruta often works overtime late and can't even take care of dinner.

When I finally finished working overtime, I had time to come to the convenience store near my home and order oden to fill my stomach.

After a long time, Okamura-kun, Kamiyagawa, who worked at the convenience store here, and even the store manager Ikumi Kawai, all knew her.

However, everyone only knows her surname Maruta, and they don't know what her name is.

……

"The oden you asked for is ready, Maruta-san."

"Thank you."

Udon noodles are added to the hot oden.

Large pieces of radish and thick lucky bags are piled on top of the hot soup.

It looks appetizing.

Sister OL took the oden, walked to the dining area with dignified steps, and began to taste this dinner and supper.

"Ahh A mouthful of juicy white radish in the mouth, a little hot, Maruda gasped, but another one was satisfied.

Okamura, who was behind the counter, quietly stared at the OL, with obvious admiration in his eyes.

At the convenience store at night, the lighting in the dining area is a little dim, and the side is completely transparent, so you can see the dark street scene outside.

A beautiful but slightly tired OL sits there, taking a small bite of food while quietly swiping his mobile phone, dressed in uniform and ascetic and inexplicably tempting.

This kind of picture is actually quite beautiful.

Halfway through his meal, Maruta stood up and went to the freezer to grab two of the season's main drinks.

The shop was quiet.

Okamura didn't speak, and the surviving store manager silently sorted out the shelves, only the sound of cable broadcasting sounded.

About ten minutes passed.

Maruda finished eating the oden, but there was still a bottle left in the drink.

She got up, her heels clattering lightly on the floor, and walked to the counter: "Checkout, Okamura-kun." ”

"Okay, it's 850 yen."

Sister OL took out her purse, counted some money at random, put it in front of the counter, and then turned and walked towards the store.

The unopened, matcha-flavored drink was left on the countertop.

"That, Miss Maruda! You haven't taken your drink yet! ”

"Please, please."

Maruta looked back and smiled, his eyes with a bright smile, combined with the tear mole in the corner of his right eye, charming and beautiful.

Okamura scratched his head: "Oh...... Oh, hey, hey......"

Wait for him to come back

。 After coming to her senses, Miss Maruta had already walked outside the door, and the automatic door of the store was slowly closing.

So Okamura hurriedly spoke again: "It's late, be careful on the way home, Miss Maruda!" ”

The OL at the door obviously heard this, turned around and smiled and waved his hand.

The door closes.

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

One count.

"Huh?"

Okamura notices that something is wrong.

The amount of money for tear moles OL is not right.

I didn't give less, but I gave 1,000 yen more.

It should have been that I didn't pay attention when I paid for it, and I accidentally carried it inside.

"What's wrong?" The surviving store manager came to the counter.

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

"Tsk. Patronizing and looking at other people's faces, he didn't even do his job well. The store manager sighed, "Let's wait for Miss Maruta to come over next time and return the money to her." ”

"I ...... No, no, didn't look at her face. Okamura began to stutter.

The surviving store manager showed a somewhat mocking smile, how could such a clumsy lie deceive such a well-experienced young woman:

"Okamura, you like Miss Maruta very much, don't you?"

"Huh? I don't, no, I don't like Miss Maruda very much! Okamura blushed.

Negative plus retelling, typical clumsy lies.

Although he is a frequent visitor to the town of Customs, Okamura surprisingly has no experience with girls.

"Didn't you?"

"Uh......" Okamura didn't deny it this time, but his expression was deflated, "But, Miss Maruda, I should prefer a boy like Kamiya-kun, right?" ”

"Kamiya-kun is good-looking, but for Maruta, the age 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 don't deserve it, don't think about it. Ikumi Kawai shook her head and said the truth with some poisonous tongue:

"And, just for a drink. She works alone in a place like Tokyo, and she doesn't know many people, so maybe it's just showing the kindness of her acquaintances, right? She also invited Kamiya-kun, who stayed up late at night, to drink this refreshing matcha, right? ”

Okamura: "Uh......"

The store manager continued to mend the knife: "She seems to like me, but it is one of the common illusions in life. Be sober and work hard. ”

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

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