So why the hell did you feel so... off, huh? *murmuring to himself*
He tapped the file against the steering wheel, sighing again
And there she was.
Slouched behind the wooden counter, sorting books. Hair tied up in a cute ponytail, oversized flannel sleeves falling over her hands. There was a pen stuck behind her ear. She was writing something
Satoru~
Working in The Small, half-dying bookstore, I wonder why? She'd work here?
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