AliNovel

Font: Big Medium Small
Dark Eye-protection
AliNovel > Redo of a Romanceless Author鈥檚 Life Devoid of Love; Another Chance at Youth > Chapter 215.

Chapter 215.

    Chapter 215.<h4><b><strong>Chapter 215. Valentine’s Day: </strong></b><b>Afternoon. (1/7)</b></h4>


    <span style="font-weight:400">With the time I’d wasted, the stores in the mall were finally open. I headed inside and looked for stores with things that might be suitable to give to girls.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I saw a florist shop in the mall that sold bouquets of roses and other flowers. I considered it an option… but I really didn’t want to go and buy multiple bouquets of flowers. Carrying them around in public and on a bus felt too awkward. Maybe in the future, I’d consider it as an option. Personally, I thought such gestures were a pointless waste of money though. The flowers would inevitably wilt and die, whoever thought of such a gesture on Valentine’s Day was no doubt a scam artist.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Not only that, with how bad our winters were, by the time I got home with them, they’d likely be ruined from the cold.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bouquets of flowers weren’t a viable option for me at this time in my life. What else was there then?


    <span style="font-weight:400">I saw a jewelry store but immediately rejected the idea, like hell I could afford that. That was way out of my budget.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I wandered into a store that sold bath and sleep attire. Something like bath salts wasn’t a bad idea I felt, but getting bath salts for everyone felt pretty nd.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My eyes were eventually caught on some fluffy soft robes that could be worn after a bath and to bed. I honestly felt such an item wasn’t a terrible idea, but when I saw the price tag on them my heart stopped and I ran out of the store without looking back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It cost about $200 for a single one of those, like hell would I spend that kind of money. Do I look like I’m rich? Damn though, finding an item wasn’t that hard, the problem was finding something appropriate within my price range that matched whatever I received from them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bath salts were in the price range, but to just give each one of them their own bath salt or the same one showed how little thought I put into it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I went through all sorts of stores, from bedding items like sheets and pillows, kitchen appliances, clothing and winter essories they could wear, purses, make-up, etc. In the end, they were all things I couldn’t bring myself to buy. Either they were too expensive, or I didn’t know what they would like the best from therge selection of different items. I only now realized how clueless I was about these sorts of things.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I’d made it to the second floor of the mall and I’d just walked out of another store. I looked around to the left and right as I walked and my eyes suddenly caught on a store I’dpletely forgotten about.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was… a chocte shop. I know I’d crossed chocte off from the very beginning, but I remembered something my mother used to asionally buy from this particr chocte shop.


    <span style="font-weight:400">My eyes lit up as I remembered the taste of it. I didn’t remember this shop for their chocte, what I remembered them for was their fudge.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The fudge they made was out of this world. I don’t think many people knew about just how tasty it was. It was sickeningly sweet, but it was damn good.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I gulped when I remembered that vor. I wasn’t much of a sweets person, but this fudge was just that impressive. It would make one salivate.


    <span style="font-weight:400">This is it! People might consider fudge and chocte as being the same thing, but they weren’t. Fudge had many different vors, one of which included chocte. Chocte was smooth, hard, and shell-like while fudge was soft and spongy. Chocte used cocoa while fudge didn’t necessarily require cocoa at all.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Still, chocte fudge from this ce was definitely my number one favorite.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I stepped into the store with a feeling of nostalgia as I squatted down and looked at the nicely wrapped up blocks of chocte fudge in bags made out of transparent stic. They were tied with a nice ribbon and looked very presentable. Though it was such a simplistic design, it was obviously a professional’s work.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I picked out five pieces of individually wrapped blocks of fudge, one for myself, and four for the women I had to give them to. Rosa, Alicia, Irene, and Wisteria.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The price was right in my range too. This fudge was something I felt each of them should definitely try. No, the entire world should know about this chocte shop’s criminally underappreciated fudge, it was the best fudge I’d ever tasted in my life as a child.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I approached the counter with my items and handed them over to the cashier.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did you find everything you were looking for today, sir?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, I actually did.” It felt weird being on the receiving end of such a greeting, but I responded out loud instead of simply nodding since I was in a good mood after I’d rediscovered this chocte shop’s fudge from my childhood which I’d long forgotten.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re buying quite a bit of our fudge, most people are satisfied with just one with how sweet it is.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, well, I’dpletely forgotten about this ce’s fudge for several years now and only just stumbled across it by chance.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you buying some for your girlfriend or loved ones for Valentine’s Day?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, I am.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Heheh, I’m sure they’ll like it. Though the fudge we sell isn’t well known, I’m quite confident in its taste. In fact, the only reason I wanted to work here was because of how good the fudge was. Employee discounts are a lifesaver~ I just can’t get enough of the sweets we sell. Without discounts, I’d be bankrupt.” The cashier ced her hand on her right cheek, closed her eyes, and swooned over how much she loved this shop’s sweets.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, I’m so sorry! I gotpletely carried away! Your total after taxes up to $51.83. How would you like to pay today?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Debit.” I knew it was expensive, on average about $9-$10 for the half-pound of their fudge in each bag, but it was worth it even if it was more than double the price of the ingredients used to make it. I tapped my card on the payment terminal and ignored my bleeding wallet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">It was a much cheaper price to paypared to a lot of the other items that caught my eye.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Would you like them in a bag?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, please.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She bagged them up, handed them over to me, and said with a friendly smile, “Thank you for shopping with us today, please have a wonderful Valentine’s Day, sir.” After I received my bag from her, I exited the store satisfied with my purchase.


    <span style="font-weight:400">I could at longst rest easy and not worry about Valentine’s Day. Hell, I didn’t need to worry about any future Valentine’s Day with this ce around from now on. If they like the fudge and don’t know about this ce already, I’ll definitely keep it to myself so I can keep using this chocte shop for Valentine’s Day every year without needing to worry about them getting tired of it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ah, the wrapping had a sticker with the name of the store on it. Phew. Good thing I remembered that. While I walked through the mall, I opened the store bag and carefully removed the stickers with the store branding from the stic bags the half-pound blocks fudge were wrapped in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, watch where you’re going.” I hadn’t paid much attention to my surroundings as I walked focused on removing the stickers and I bumped into someone who’d just rounded a corner.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry... about... that.” I looked up when I suddenly registered the voice of the person I’d bumped into and grimaced over how small the world was. Wouldn’t you know it, it was the crazy goth chick.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, are you really not stalking me?” I was the first to ask that.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What the? Why’d it have to be you of all people I bump into again? And who do you think would ever want to stalk a weirdo like you? Aren’t you actually the one stalking me?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No thank you, I have no interest in scary-looking women like you.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmph! Sure you don’t.” She genuinely didn’t believe me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I’ll be heading home now that I got what I wanted so there shouldn’t be any way we bump into each other again.”
『Add To Library for easy reading』
Popular recommendations
Shadow Slave Beyond the Divorce My Substitute CEO Bride Disregard Fantasy, Acquire Currency The Untouchable Ex-Wife Mirrored Soul