No words could describe how embarrassed I was as I watched the cashier scanned Nishimoto’s and my grocery items. If only it was possible, I wished the floor would open up and swallowed me right that instant.
The cashier agreed to Nishimoto’s suggestion about combining our receipt into one, even though her face looked reluctant. Maybe, she got scared of him so she just agreed to it without putting up any more fight.
Nishimoto, on the other hand, was calm as ever, like he was not bothered at all by what he did. Why would he do that in the first place? I asked to myself. Though I’m grateful.
But what surprised me more was the fact that he was just behind me the whole time and I did not notice him at all, and that I saw him here at the supermarket of all places when I had not seen
