The convenience store at night.
In the store's PA system, a popular idol's recorded speech tirelessly advertised the season's featured juice.
Okamura, a stoutly built young man, stood behind the register, maintaining a smile that was hardly attractive.
The store manager, Kawai Ikumi, was also in the store tonight, checking the shelves against the inventory list in her hand.
The part-time employee, Kamiyagawa, had taken a week off for illness, and during this time, the widowed manager Kawai came in every night to help out.
Ding-dong—
The electronic door chime sounded as it detected someone approaching.
The glass automatic door slowly opened.
Another customer entered the store.
A woman about 25 years old came in, dressed in office attire: a white blouse, a pencil skirt outlining her shapely, voluptuous thighs, and a pair of black high heels on her feet.
The attractive yet foot-aching thin heels made a crisp "clack clack" sound on the convenience store's shiny floor.
