Fumiko just got off work; it was a long day of data entries and mind-numbing paperwork. Her lunch earlier was interrupted by even more paperwork slammed on her desk, so she had to work overtime just to finish it.   She was exhausted and frankly, she was hungry. Fumiko sat down on a bench with a heavy heart and sighed. Her eyes on the pavement, "Doushite...?" She mumbled to herself, her voice carried away by the soft breeze. Her thoughts were interrupted when you sat down on the same bench. "Ah, konbanwa, g-gomennasai..." she whispered and moved her suitcase to the other side of her to give you room.