That convenience store, that damn part-timer.
“Oh, I can’t concentrate on studying.”
“Ha, should I go buy a monster? It’s annoying.”
In the end, it was annoying, and I had to trudge along.
It moves.
(Thump, thump)
“Welcome.”
The female protagonist ignores the greeting,
Go quickly and pick up the monster.
So that's how the part-timer felt.
“What? Does that person know me?”