During a break from our part-time job, Asami was studying with her textbook at the office table with me.
When Asami suddenly clicked her tongue, my attention left the math equation written on my notebook for a moment.
âHuh?â
âHere, take a look at this.â
Asami placed her reference book in front of me and then pointed at something on the page.
At a glance, it looked like a question about modern literature. I read the question out loud.
âWhy did Toyotarou1 say what he said as underlined (A)? Choose the correct answer from the following choices. âŚWell, isnât it just an average question?â
âYeah, it is, butâŚâ
Asami pouted her lips.
She exhaled as she slid the reference book back towards her.
âI donât think thereâs any reason given in the text.â
âItâs a question of reading between the lines, right?â
âI know that. But something about it just annoys me.â
âAre you bad at these?â
Asami blinked several times at my question, then shook her head.
âNot at all. In fact, I think Iâm rather good at them.â
âSo, why are you complaining so much?â
Asami frowned for a moment and tapped her notebook with a pen.
âItâs not that Iâm complaining âcause I canât figure it out. Iâm just pissed off about it. Look, it says here, âChoose the right one.ââ
Asami hit the notebook particularly hard with the pen and then slowly, she continued.
âHow am I supposed to know whatâs the âcorrectâ answer if it wasnât even written? You canât possibly make the right answer out of non-existent words.â
Asamiâs words suddenly seemed to come from another reason, turning it into a vague question. After putting on a surprised face when she realized it herself, she continued to talk as if to hide it.
âWell, Iâd get it if the author of this work made the question, butâŚâ
âAh⌠the author probably didnât. I donât think the author was even interviewed.â
Looking at the source of the quote written in small letters after the question, it said clearly that the author had already died. Asami seemed to resent the fact that the author of the question, who was neither the original author nor the protagonist himself, had used such a definitive word as âcorrectâ to describe the characterâs feelings at that time.
âI bet the late authorâs like, âNah, thatâs not what I intended at all2.ââ
âIâm pretty sure the tone wouldnât be like that, but you might be right.â
Asami giggled at my words and slammed her reference book shut.
âIâve had enough of this. Iâm gonna take a break.â
Asami said straightforwardly, grabbing the plastic bottle she kept beside her and gulped down the juice.
âThe AC in this office is a piece of sh*t. Itâs so damn hot. I canât believe youâre not sweatinâ at all in this heat, Sayu-chaso.â
When Asami told me that, I looked at her forehead and noticed that she was sweating a little. The air conditioning in the office definitely isnât as effective as the one installed in the store. On a day like this, when the temperature outside is extremely high, the air conditioner is often lukewarm, though not as hot as outside.
Speaking of the heat, it certainly was hot. I wiped my forehead and although it was kind of sticky, I didnât find any trace of sweat on my hand.
As I was rubbing my forehead with my mouth half-open, Asami suddenly giggled and said:
âWhy did Sayu Ogiwara rub her forehead just now? Choose the correct answer from the followinâ choices.â
âHahaha, what was that?â
Asami giggled again after clearly teasing me, which made me giggle too.
I looked at the time and saw that it was almost half an hour since we had started our break. Itâs a short shift for me today, and Iâve only been given a half-hour break.
âI should probably get going.â
I closed my notebook and went to punch my time card.
âHang in there.â
As Asami opened her reference book and started studying again, I stole a glance at her. For some reason, I found the sight of her alluring.
I buttoned up my shirt and opened the office door. The cold air from the air conditioner in the store gave me goosebumps on my skin.
âThatâs a total of 648 yen. âŚOh, a credit card. One moment, please. âŚYes, please swipe it here. Thank you very much. Do you need a receipt? Thank you very much.â
As I walked out of the office and into the store, I heard Yaguchi-sanâs polite voice. His voice was a little higher than usual, and it sounded like it was coming through his nose. With a sideways glance, I confirmed that the customer was a woman, and I sighed. He only raises the tone of his voice like that when the female customer is his type.
The cooler interior of the store, in contrast to the office, was chilly enough for the employees wearing short-sleeved convenience store uniforms. Feeling a little cold, I quietly went about my work.
It was already summer.
I didnât have summer vacation. Well, I guess for someone like me who doesnât go to school anymore, Iâm always on vacation.
As Asami took lots of morning and afternoon shifts, I realized that it was already summer vacation for students like her.
I see⌠Summer vacation, huh?
The summer vacation that I had looked forward to so much when I still attending school now seemed so far away from me.
Since itâs summer vacation, Asami came to visit me almost every day, and she would open her textbooks and study diligently. Itâs not that surprising since sheâs in her third year of high school and the college entrance exams were scheduled for winter. The exam for the literature department of the university Asami was aiming for is a difficult one, to say the least. As she studied earnestly, I spent my time going over the reference book that Yoshida-san had bought for me.
Taking an entrance exam.
These words, like âsummer vacation,â also started to feel far-off to me. Although, Iâve been studying. Since I didnât have anything special to do outside of housework, Iâm catching up with whatâs being taught in the third year of high school through some commercially available reference books. Iâm doing it this way since official textbooks can only be purchased through the school in Hokkaido. So if someone were to ask me if I had the same level of knowledge as the kids who went to school, the answer would of course be no. But I still thought it was better than not doing anything at all.
That said.
Would I take an exam? Would I go to college? I couldnât say anything. Besides, I donât even know the process for applying and taking the exam. Not only that but I also donât have the motivation to look it up.
Although I told Yoshida-san that I would âthink about the future,â I still need to be realistic.
Iâve thrown away my status as a high school student, so where do I go from here?
Going back home⌠to my parentsâ house. Thatâs what I should be thinking about the most right now. But once I achieve it, what then? What should I do after that? My vision was shrouded with pure white.
âAh.â
By the time I realized it, all the snacks had been put out on the shelves. I looked at the time and saw that itâs about 10 AM.
It would have been fine if I did the toy shelves next. But Iâd like to finish stocking the shelves of products that sell a lot during lunch, such as rice balls and sandwiches, before lunchtime.
As I got used to my part-time job, I increasingly became more efficient in organizing stuff and prioritizing the things that should be done.
As I walked up to the sandwich containers piled up near the cash register, Yaguchi-san, who was at the register, whispered, âCome here,â and beckoned to me. I walked up to him, wondering why he needed to keep his voice down when itâs only the two of us inside the store.
âYou see that black luxury car parked outside?â
Yaguchi-san said quietly while his gaze was fixed outside. I looked outside and saw a black luxury car parked in the driveway in front of the convenience store and not in the parking lot.
âYeah, I see it.â
âItâs been there everyday recently but no oneâs coming over to buy anything. Sometimes when I take a look, I have the impression that the scary-looking driver with sunglasses is looking back at me.â
After saying that, Yaguchi-san grabbed me by the shoulders and made a quivering gesture.
âBut if heâs wearing sunglasses, you canât really tell where heâs looking at, right?â
âWell, yeah, but I really feel that heâs looking at me.â
When I looked at the car again, I noticed that the backseat windows were tinted, so I couldnât see whoâs in the passenger seat. Then, sitting in the driverâs seat was a bald man with sunglasses. He certainly looked intimidating.
As I stared at the driver, his head moved slightly. I couldnât tell where he was looking exactly because of the sunglasses, but for some reason, I felt as if my eyes were meeting his, so I hurriedly looked away.
âMaybe theyâre undercover police?â
âPolice?â
âI mean, youâve been picking up and throwing away girls left and right.â
âHuh? So theyâre after me?â
Yaguchi-san looked scared for a moment, then suddenly he shook his head.
âNo, fornication isnât a crime.â
âWhy do you sound so confident?â
âBesides, if it were an unmarked police car it would be a Toyota Crown or a Subaru Legacy or some other car thatâs more reasonable and maneuverable. That carâs a Mercedes Benz.â 3
Yaguchi-san said. I canât tell the model and brand of a car at a glance since I donât really know much about cars.
âWell, itâs not like the way theyâre parked is a bother to other cars, so I guess we can leave it be.â
Just as Yaguchi-san finished what he was saying, the timer of the fryer behind the cash register went off. As he lifted the metal basket containing the fried chicken from the fryer, he muttered something to me.
âItâs distressing, isnât it?â
I nodded vaguely as I stepped away from the cash register and went back to stocking up the sandwich containers.
I loosely thought of a reason to park in the same place every day.
The most obvious case is when you need to go to this convenience store. However, as far as Yaguchi-san knows, they never came over to buy anything.
Thereâs also the possibility that they have business elsewhere, but have to park near here. This convenience store is a perfect place for those cases. However, if thatâs the case, I find it strange that they werenât using the parking lot of this convenience store.
I thought I heard the sound of an engine, and when I turned around and looked outside, I saw the luxury car leaving.
âThey left.â
âHuh? Ah⌠yeah.â
Although he had brought up the matter himself, the mysterious luxury car seemed to have slipped from Yaguchi-sanâs mind. He looked outside and then shrugged his shoulders as if nothing happened.
âI wonder if theyâll be here again tomorrow.â
âIf theyâre not going to buy anything, then they shouldnât come, right?â
âAinât that the truth.â
As soon as the conversation was over, my mind was completely focused on work. For some reason, time flies so fast when youâre talking to someone. When I looked at the time, 15 minutes had already passed.
I still need to finish stocking the sandwiches, rice balls, and bread before lunch.