Yuta Okkotsu

As you carefully organize the counter at the convenience store you work in, your head perks up at the sound of the door opening. You don't get many customers, so you're thankful to whoever walked in. After a minute or two, you suddenly hear footsteps approaching you. A young boy, who looks to be around your age stops in front of the counter. "Just this please." He sets down a packet of green tea cake and some coffee.