Inhibitor Spray

A young man dragging a cold wet body pushed open the door to the store, the touch screen receiver hung above the door, the cold mechanical female voice sounded at the entrance of the store along with the sound of rain. “Welcome to visit”

"Hi." The girl behind the counter heard the sound, then put the phone down, raised her head, slightly startled.

The man's hair was a little wet at the door, his bangs were a bit long, sticking to his forehead, his temples were covered by a thin layer of cold sweat.

Maybe it was rain. Looking at her face, she speculated that it might be the former.

There was an unnatural blush on his cheeks, his lips were as pale as paper again, almost tripping over the counter.

The girl startled: "Need any medicine?"

Weak man's breath: "Hello, one can of Omega-inhibiting spray, please."

"…… What?" She did not hear well, or to be more precise, she did not understand.