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AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 32.

Chapter 32.

    Chapter 32.


    <b>Chapter 32. The Popr Girl who just wants to be friends. (1/5)</b>


    <span style="font-weight:400">It had been five days since my encounter with a certain popr girl at the school. I hadn’t seen her once since then. I was presently seated behind a counter looking over the convenience store with half-dead eyes beside my coworker.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for why I was in such a bad mood at the moment. It was a result of the person who’d just walked in to make a purchase.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She was presently the only customer in the store. As for the identity of the person, it was Rosa. At least I wish I could say that. I would have actually much rather it been her than who it really was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was the popr girl from school that I didn’t think I’d bump into again. Well, technically, I still hadn’t bumped into her. She was just in the store and she didn’t know it was me here so from her perspective we werepletely unrted strangers.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Currently, I was in a dilemma.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The popr girl was tiptoeing trying to grab a drink at the very back of the fridge on the highest shelf. She couldn''t reach it. She even tried to use another bottle to pull the one she really wanted closer. It was thest bottle in there of the drink she wanted to get.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I internally struggled while watching. I didn’t want to help at all, but this was my job. I had to do it for the sake of a sale.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to help that customer out?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… can you take this one? As you should be able to tell, I’m not particrly good with girls.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can’t reach it either. You’re taller than me and have longer arms, you should be able to reach it.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can’t you at least try and see if you can first?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh! I get it… hmmm… could it be she’s the type of girl you’re interested in? And you’re too shy to approach her carelessly on your own because of how pretty she is? She’s a high schooler you know. Should you really be having such scandalous thoughts?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No. It’s nothing like that. I’m really just not good at dealing with such people is all.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Looking at the girl desperately trying to reach thatst bottle of her favorite beverage, with the appearance of someone who wanted to cry because of how cruel the world was to people not quite tall enough to reach the back top shelf of the fridge in convenience stores, I felt extremely guilty.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for why I felt such immense guilt, I was the bastard who thoughtlessly stocked those drinks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She could havee over to ask us of her own ord for help, but she was too nice and didn’t want to bother anyone with such a small matter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Finally giving in I stood up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, so you are going to help her after all then. If you’re going to do so, do it sooner. It’s just pitiful watching such a pretty girl on the verge of tears.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t bother to say anything.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I simply walked up to the girl’s side in silence. She hadn’t noticed my approach at all. While she still had her hand stretched out I reached into the fridge and grabbed it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah. No way.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">It seems she thought I was here to snatch it up for myself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t bother to remove it from the fridge or hand it over to her, I simply moved it up closer to the front row.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her face was a bit too close forfort, especially those crystal clear steel-blue eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Wanting to escape I quickly turned around and returned to the counter without exchanging a single word with her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, aren’t you actually pretty smooth?” Yuna beside me joked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I didn’t know what to say so I maintained my silence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Not too long after the girl approached the counter with her bottle in hand. When she approached she ced the bottle down on the counter directly in front of me rather than Yuna as if she expected me to ring her up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you for your help just now.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I nodded in silence. It was best not to talk since she’d heard my voice before. I could alter it a bit like I usually did while at work, but I didn’t want to take any chances.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why don’t you ring her up? Haha, it seems she would rather you do it than me. I’m also feeling a bitzy right now.” Yuna said with a bemused smile on her face. She was having fun seeing a situation that typically would never ur.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It’s not that I didn’t know how, it was just easier with the way we normally did things.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I begrudgingly got up, scanned her drink, then took her payment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I handed the bottle back to her, her hand came into contact with my own, but she didn’t seem bothered by that. Instead, she shot me a bright smile and slightly bowed in my direction while saying “thank you” before she left. She was such a well-mannered girl, it made me want to cry.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There’s no need to thank me, I’m the idiot who stocked the drinks in the first ce, the root of all your problems so to speak. I should be your mortal enemy. The final boss in a video game you’d want to eliminate. The evil demon lord. A monster. A viin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I sighed internally to myself while beating myself up over such a small and petty matter.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, I was sort of joking before about you being interested in that girl… but… are you actually interested in her? You didn’t open your mouth once during that entire interaction. Do you know her or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna was needlessly sharp as usual.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, and no. It’s nothing of the sort. I just don’t like interacting much with people I don’t know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yet you’re working at a convenience store where you have to interact with strangers you don’t know all day? You really think I’m going to believe that? At least try if you’re going to lie. Well, whatever. It’s true that who you like is none of my business. Just try to at least wait till she graduates before you confess your undying feelings of love for her.” Yuna made yet another unfunny joke at my expense.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t you mistaken? Don’t you think my type would be a girl more like you? Someone my age that is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha. Are you trying to hit on me or something? I suppose there’s a first for everything. There are no guys in their right mind who’d be interested in a boring girl like me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ll make all the guys whoe to this convenience store who only buy something just to see and have a chance to talk to you cry, you know.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She didn’t have a retort and couldn’t say anything back. Somehow, I’d taken an inconsequential meaningless victory over her for once. Though it was such a pathetic thing for me to even consider a victory.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If anything, it felt more like she won.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Two days passed by and I was again at work. Today, at the same time two days prior, a girl walked into the store. It was little Miss Popr once again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She immediately went over to the same fridge asst time but froze up with a troubled face. As for why… there was only one bottle left of the drink she gotst time. I was simrly surprised because I’d restocked it just recently, but it was already almost sold out. When I thought about the customers who bought them, it seemed to be a drink quite popr among younger girls. I always filled it up, right to the back since it was one of our best sellers among drinks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As for why there was one left so far back on both asions, it was likely because girls tended to be shorter and had shorter arms so not many of them could reach thest one all the way at the back. It was truly unfortunate. Or maybe for her, it was actually fortunate in a way since she was the only one that put in the effort to get the veryst one.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Just like the day before, she reached out to grab it but failed to do so.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Instead of just sitting around and doing nothing I figured I’d get this over with quickly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I approached her side again, grabbed it, and moved it to the front. I returned to the counter in the exact same fashion I’d done two days prior.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuna shot me a nce with one brow raised and an amused smile on her face but said nothing this time around. When the popr girl approached the counter she handed it over to me right away. I rang her up and she paid. She bowed and thanked me again with a smile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The following day when it was five minutes before the time the popr girls had arrived on thest two asions I got up and checked the fridge. There was one left over as usual. I decided to preemptively move it up to avoid having to go through the same hassle every single time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As soon as I returned behind the counter the girl walked in. When she stopped in front of the fridge her face lit up happily in joy at the sight of her favorite drink within arms reach. There was only one as usual, but she didn’t question why it was at the front this time.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When she approached the counter she handed the drink over to me and I rang her up for the third time. She bowed and thanked me again with that same signature smile before she departed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How sweet of you.” Yuna had a small grin on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">That’s all she said in the end.
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