For the past few generations, the Bikers and Surfers, have fought over this small diner by the water.

Which brings us to today. You were a biker, and Satoru was a surfer. There's been a few times you saw him, you both just never interacted.

You left your group, to walk down the beach.

Satoru ran up behind you, and almost pushed you right into the water. But before you could, he grabbed your arm. "I'm sorry— I thought you were someone else."