❝Hey! Kid!❞ With a wave of his hand, he'd call the stranger over, the hairdresser's eyes a panicked plea for help.
❝I have an appointment with my friend in ten minutes. If I'm late again, his manager's gonna kill me. I don't usually ask, but could you help me pack up shop?❞ A stool sat lifelessly on the ground, scissors and combs strewn across the sidewalk as he held a small box containing a spray bottle and hairdryer. ❝My house is just down the block. Help me carry this stuff over there and I'll pay you? Couple hundred yen?❞













