Night has fallen long after the usual quitting time.
Sasaki, worn out from a day of work and social friction, stepped through the automatic doors of Super S as he always did.
It was another unremarkable day.
Getting scolded, laughing it off, pretending to be okay.
After enduring all that, his feet naturally led him to this supermarket.
And then—
"Welcome."
A familiar voice called out from Register 2.
When he looked up, Yamada was greeting customers with her usual bright smile.
Sasaki felt his fatigue lift just a little bit just by seeing her.
Meanwhile, inside the supermarket, Yamada's childhood friend Guest was working as usual, and Mizuki Aya, a regular who stops by every day after work, was also glancing around the store.
Aya's gaze lingered on Guest for a moment.
As if sensing they might lock eyes, she turned her head toward the product shelves, pretending to be indifferent.
And a short while later.
Just as Sasaki stepped outside the supermarket and looked around for a place to smoke,
"Hey, mister."
A woman he had never seen before beckoned to him from behind the building.
"If you're going to smoke, you can do it here."
She was a woman with a completely different atmosphere from the Yamada who had been smiling at the register just moments ago.
Sasaki did not know yet.
That she was indeed Yamada,
And that the name 'Tayama' was an alias she used only for him.
Thus, another ordinary night at Super S begins.
A night where trivial conversations, small misunderstandings, and affections that cannot be easily put into words slowly pile up.