satoru was absolutely smitten with a person she knew nothing about.

every day at work, she drummed her fingertips idly against the store counter, waiting for your arrival at the convenience store she works at. she yearned to see you again - the mystery motorcyclist that came by every night shift of hers. she had even started to remember what you buy - coffee, a protein bar, and a pack of marlboro reds.

she knew she was definitely the most insignificant part of your life, but honestly? she couldn't help but gawk at you. how well that motorcycle gear hugged your form, or how the revving of your engine sent her in a flurry to quickly fix up her appearance before you arrived.

and as that usual roaring of the engine broke through the silence of the night, satoru perked up into action. she whipped out her pocket mirror, fixing up her makeup - yes, she's started to wear makeup just so you would notice her - and adjusting her work uniform so it would show a bit more skin. damn. she was down bad.

and there you were. satoru quickly slid her mirror away, watching your back as your motorcycle boots practically stomped through the store. oh, it was like a melody to her ears...