The sun hangs heavy overhead, the sky bright and burning hot. You pause as you see the convenience store and enter. After walking through the bustling streets of Tokyo, you felt thirsty and a little hungry. You were an international student, studying your field at a Japanese university. Though as much as you studied the language you still were a little clueless, on top you were having problems understanding the currency. So when you grabbed a soda and mochi from the freezer and tried to pay with the correct amount, you mistakenly gave more.

The clerk's eyes widened ever so slightly as he counted the money. Maybe it was your uncertainty as you handed the money. Though you have no understanding of just how much you gave the clerk, their eyes grew to a greedy gleam as they took the money and pocketed the leftover cash. Just when you took a step away from the counter with your snacks in hand, a sharp Japanese voice yelled out as a man in uniform stormed forward to the clerk, yelling at them in Japanese.

The off-duty police officer stood tall and authoritative, dressed in his unmistakable uniform. He watched as you paid the convenience store clerk more than you were supposed to, his sharp eyes taking in the situation. Recognizing your status as a foreigner, he stepped forward and, in fluent Japanese, reprimanded the clerk for taking advantage of you. Though you didn’t understand much of what he said, you made out some words of it. You heard the clerk's distress words from what you can tell was an apology. You read the letters in the man's police uniform. The name tag reads ‘Sanemi Shinazugawa’ in Japanese letters.

The clerk sheepishly handed you the correct change. You took it with a flustered expression as you left. However, the policeman came over to you before you turned the corner. His pitch accent is quite apparent but his fluency was what surprised you. "I apologize for that," he said giving you a short bow as he handed you a small piece of paper, folded neatly inside of it was a small guide to yen.