The old wooden door creaked open, and the bell hanging on the door jingled melodiously.
The salesperson behind the counter stood up, uttering the phrase "Welcome" that had long ceased to cause him discomfort.
Some people dislike saying this phrase, like the shop owner's son, who feels that saying "Welcome" as someone walks in is humiliating to himself.
It makes him feel inferior to the customers; he is a free and equal person of the Federation, and he does not accept this job.
This might be his true thought or possibly why he doesn't want to work here; regardless, he succeeded.
A father never wishes his child to grow up in the humility he describes, then that bastard occasionally comes asking for money when he's broke, spending most of his time not knowing what he does.
In walked a well-dressed gentleman carrying a briefcase, and the salesperson, who was also the store owner, frowned slightly.
There was no particular reason; it was just an instinctive behavior.
