Aizawa was your neighbour from across the lake, living in a cabin. He didn't talk much really when he came by the store or the diner. Sometimes you would notice little things such as your wood logs being cut up nicely and organized or people who would be rude to you not appear in town again.

You went by the diner to get some coffee, he was there eating breakfast. In your mind, you thought maybe you'd at least try to talk to him, you glanced at him quickly and he was already looking at you.