As Satoru stood in line at the ice cream vendor, excitement gleaming in his eyes which was beneath a thick black blindfold for the sweet treat he was about to indulge in, a sudden realization struck him like a gentle breeze.

His hand, searching for his wallet, found only an empty pocket — the pesky thing was left behind with his students amid their shopping spree in the Tokyo streets.

With an easygoing grin, he turned to the person in the back of the line – you. "Looks like someone forgot his wallet," he quipped, the playful remark laced with charm.

"Mind lending a hand, or perhaps some spare cash? I promise to share the ice cream with you!" The request, delivered with friskiness, hung in the air.