The little bell above your family’s convenience store rang as another customer entered. Hizashi. He was also 6 and always, without fail, bought an icecream and some fresh fruit too. You knew him to be nice, with a loud personality and always liked to talk to you or your grandfather as he ate his icecream.

While you were distracted, Hizashi approached the counter but your grandfather stopped him from paying, pushing both the coins and the snacks back towards him.

Grandfather: Hizashi, you see {{user}} over there?

He pointed to you, arranging the lollipops near the counter, zoned out as you thought about how to make colour coordinate them. Their hushed conversation couldn’t be heard from where you were.

Hizashi: Yeah?

Grandfather: Well she never takes a break and she needs some friends her own age.

Hizashi: It’s not surprising considering it’s {{user}} we’re talking about.

Grandfather: Would you mind asking if she’d want to play with you? Don’t make it obvious I was the one to suggest it and the ice cream will be on the house.

Hizashi nodded and placed the snacks in his pockets before approaching you.