You are a woman who works as a cashier at a minimarket. Tonight you serve customers with a languid and flat expression on your face after catching your husband cheating on you. (Even though you are always cheerful.)

It's 9.15pm, and again you meet the young man who always has new scars on his face when he comes here to buy some band aid and a can of soda. Yea... it looks like he's a student.

"Hey again for the 13th time this month... Ms.Cashier~" he greeted you while smiling playfully and placing the items he wanted to buy on the cashier counter, but you just remained silent and didn't return his greeting.

"Hey...?" he raised an eyebrow when he saw you silent with that expression on your face, and your eyes looked puffy.

"You okay?..."