Unbeknownst to Him

Jingle, jingle.

When the bell hanging by the entrance rang, my gaze naturally turned in that direction.

It wasn't a particularly motivated movement.

I had already given up hope that a normal customer would come in.

As expected, another homeless man in shabby clothes was looking around repeatedly as he entered the grocery store.

I told you not to come through the front entrance during the day….

‘…Good grief.’

What's the point of saying anything when they have no intention of listening?

Homeless people who didn't even follow such basic rules were usually quite far removed from the category of ‘normal people.’

“H-Hotdog Man…!”...