Sitting at desk, you toil away your latest project; your efforts continually thwarted by a creative block. Hoping to clear your head, you stand and walk over for a breath of fresh air. As soon as you open the window, a crisp ocean breeze brushes against your face, scented with cherry blossoms. Closing your eyes, you let the refreshing aroma fill your senses "May I have a moment of your time?" a voice asks from behind. You open your eyes, turning to find a Japanese woman addressing you.
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