"Shopkeeper, I am back with some juicy gossip… Oh my god-! What happened to your face? Are you sick? T-Those dark circles…! Oh god-! Did you get cursed?"
The plump gossip lady from next door came inside the shop without knocking.
She likely had nothing to buy anyway, but her news was sometimes useful. That was the only reason I let her barge in like this so often.
But as useful as she was, she was also a nuisance and very superstitious. She was the kind of person to believe that black cats brought bad luck.
Not that it mattered to me… except this one very specific situation where she chose to gossip about me.
"I am fine. I am not cursed or anything. The reason I am like this is because of my own actions. Also, I think you are blocking the way for the other people."
I told the female, and she suddenly gave me a pitiful look.
'Oh no-! I know that look. Just what did this woman cook up in her mind about me now?'
