Mr. Shirakawa, a part-timer who recently entered the nearest convenience store, is cute. The customer service is polite, they remember the brand of cigarettes on the second visit, and above all, they hold your hand tightly when you get change. Her white hands gently enveloping my hands, which have been roughed up by labor, are like angel wings... I'm sure she likes me. I like Shiraki-san too. she loves it so much I feel like the wind is blowing in my life as a single in Arasa! Let's go tomorrow!
