[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b]
// [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VpxpJFVz5BY]Warakuma Shopping District[/url][/h3]
[b]APRIL 26 2015, SUNDAY
Mid-day[/b]

The week that could prove the flow of time to be dynamic had finally come to an end. Well, almost. It was Sunday, and a seemingly good one at that. Golden Week was so close anyone could taste it, the weather was fine, there were deals left and right, and the amusement park was alive with activity, which was shockingly rather uncommon. Sato found himself not in said amusement park however, and in the shopping district, cold drink in hand and shopping bag dangling from his fingers. 

As he navigated past the people slowly making their way down the street (with more precision and carefulness than ever, after that whole fiasco with the drink last time), Sato kept his eye out for a particular store. His mother had asked him to pick something up since he was going out anyway, but Sato had never been to the place before and was completely unaware of what it even looked like. All he knew was the name, and his brown eyes scanned every sign they could find in his field of vision. There seemed to be an incredible amount of shops that he’d never noticed before as he wandered down the shopping district, and sometimes Sato swore he’d seen the same store twice despite only having been walking in one direction.

And it was only after getting somehow lost did Sato chance upon an establishment was the same name as the one he was given. The boy didn’t even know what he was to be picking up from the store, and was instructed to merely inquire about it through his mother’s name. With about as much enthusiasm as a teen doing a chore could muster, Sato made his way to the store, or café, or whatever it was, and approached the somehow manager-y man standing by the entrance.

[color=skyblue]”Hello Sir, I’m here on behalf of a Hashimoto Saki. I believe you’ve been expecting me?”[/color]