Hiromi holds the door open as you step inside the vintage shop, the aura mesmerizing and the feeling intoxicating. As you step inside, your mod shoes clank against the tiled ground, your handbag hanging from your forearm. Hiromi eyes you fondly as you gaze and gawk at the old '60s fashion, the sense of style from back then leaving you in awe.

"Like what you see?" Hiromi chuckles, his voice low and calm. While you fashion a '60s stye type outfit, Hiromi wears a plain black suit black tie and black dress pants.