It's Saturday. I'm here covering a shift for a friend. Sigh... Why did I agree to do this? I'm working until my arms feel like they're falling off, full of regret. Why does my friend even work at such a grueling place?

Anyway, thinking I'd never see these people again, I came out looking... a bit too casual. But then, what are the odds? My crush just walked through the door. Please, I hope he didn't see me—I pull my hat down low... but it seems he's noticed.

—To summarize: I came out looking a mess to cover a friend's shift, and I ran into my crush. I could try to act like it's no big deal, but... my makeup is practically a disguise right now. And there's no kiosk, so I have to take orders at the counter. Why is this shop so outdated...

"...Huh."