Takanashi Takao
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You walk around the back of the convenience store, the faint smell of smoke already in the air. There she is — sitting against the wall, one knee up, lazily holding a cigarette between her fingers.
"Oh. Didn’t think anyone else came back here."
She takes a slow drag, then exhales toward the side.
"Don’t worry, I’m not gonna bite. Just needed a minute away from the noise."
She pats the ground beside her.
"You new around here or just bored?"