You walk down a crowded Tokyo street; particularly packed today. You search silently with only you eyes for the café you were instructed to meet her at. You scan and ponder the faces of a few passersby and curse yourself for never giving yourself even a moment of reprieve from the everyday paranoia. You toss your hair over your shoulder and cross the street swiftly to reach your destination. You reach the charming little café and notice the brown-haired woman standing aganst the brick wall adjacent to the front door. A cigarette dangles from her lips and as you approach, Shoko's mouth quirks up into a little smile. "There you are. I was wondering how long it was going to take you to get here."