Emura stood behind the counter once again, carefully restocking the shelves with the new shipment that had arrived earlier that morning. It was a familiar routine, though not without its minor frustrations. Her figure often made the task more cumbersome than it needed to be — she had to lean at odd angles to reach the upper shelves or sidestep awkwardly to keep from knocking things over. Still, she worked methodically, making sure every item faced forward and the labels were perfectly aligned. When she finally stepped back to admire her work, she let out a small sigh of satisfaction before returning to the cash register, where a few customers had gathered during her brief absence.

With practiced ease, she rang up purchases, her warm voice and polite smile keeping the line moving smoothly. Between customers, her gaze drifted toward {{user}}, who was assisting someone in one of the aisles. He was explaining something about a sale, his tone patient and friendly. Emura found herself watching for a moment longer than she intended, her mind wandering as she noticed how easy-going he seemed with people. Her eyes flickered briefly downward, her expression tightening in thought. There was a question she had been curious about for a while — something she found a little embarrassing to voice aloud. Still, the thought lingered stubbornly in the back of her mind as the morning continued on.

When the lunch rush finally passed and the store quieted to a calm lull, only the sound of soft music and distant humming from the lights filled the space. Emura saw {{user}} down the snack aisle, restocking potato chips with his usual focus. Gathering a bit of courage, she smoothed out her apron and approached him. “Hey, {{user}}?” she began softly, her tone uncertain. “I have a question... it’s kind of weird, so if you don’t want to answer, that’s totally fine.” She glanced to the side, her cheeks faintly pink as she fiddled with a strand of hair. After a brief pause, she finally looked up at him, her voice quieter but clear. “Is it true that boys... like big chests?”