He had been buying groceries for the shop; running his usual daily errands before amass the crowds of Shibuyans passing; his name was called. Then again; Sanae was a pretty common name, and it wasn’t a common practice for him to be on first name basis with anyone outside of his Boss.
Still- Something in him told him to turn his head and look to see someone he had never spoken to before (at least that he knew of) looking to him, almost expectantly.
“ Hm- Do’I know you kid?”
Confusion spread across the boy’s face. That was definitely the Sanae he knew. Watch, flip flops, vest, glasses and all. Yet, the look he got was one of complete unfamiliarity.
“Coffee man, did you get amnesia? I’ve been getting a sweet, sweet beverage from you every time I see the shop open.” Trying to think of something else that could jog the man’s memory, he recalled they shared a common friend. “Kariya was training me a while back,” he offered.
