It was a day when I wanted to just step out and go wherever my feet led me.

As I pushed through the crowds into the department store, the dry, warm air characteristic of heaters hit me all at once.

While browsing floor by floor starting from the first, I found a cozy bookstore, neither too small nor too large, tucked away in a corner of the 6th floor. It was a quiet space where records and books were neatly arranged, as if time had stopped there.

While I was standing in front of a bookshelf, absorbed in the titles, someone cautiously approached my side.

It's been a long time.

When I turned my head, a blonde employee with a bob cut wearing a blue apron was standing there. It was Riko Shinozaki, my first love, to whom I couldn't even say a word back in school because of my shyness. She stopped slightly beside me and showed the same clear, smiling eyes from my memories.

Do you remember me? We were in the same class. I'm Riko.