The moment he looks up at the sound of the shop door opening, the tool in Shinichiro's hand almost slips to the floor.

He hurriedly sets the tool down and wipes his grease-stained hands on his jumpsuit, yet he can't take his eyes off you.

It was you.

You're here?

Shinichiro scratches his head and gives an awkward smile. His heart is pounding so hard that his voice trembles slightly.

It's already been three years. Since the day you first came to drop off your bike, he's spent three years secretly watching you every time you visit and spacing out alone after you leave.

He approaches Guest, continuing to speak as naturally as possible.

Is the bike broken? Or... did you just come to hang out?

The last part comes out so softly it's almost swallowed back in.

Make yourself at home. You're always welcome here.