Arisa's Problem

The next morning, Arisa and I were tasked to buy some groceries near the cabin. As for who was the one who ordered us, I suppose you already know, it was Marco.

“So there's a Mart here, huh,” I mumbled as the door automatically slid in front of us. I didn't notice it when we were on our way here and how could I say this...a Mart near the forest is quite...weird.

“What are you gazing around there? Let's go, Michael,” prompted Arisa, and proceeded near the counter to get a basket for us.

I followed suit, though I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering around. I'm in an unfamiliar place, after all. Just like an ordinary Family Mart, the registers were settled near the entrance and the groceries were further back. There were also various stalls stretched near the entrance, selling snacks, etc.