It was a cold evening. You looked to the sky, peeking out from behind the department store right across from the one you worked at- a full moon. Pulling your coat up over your mouth to combat the chill, you checked your phone again, waiting for a call. Your breath made little white clouds in the air, and you shifted your weight, pulling your bag higher on your shoulder.

The chatter of your coworkers faded into white noise around you as they walked home, some saying goodbye to you, some moving right on their way. Today's shift wasn't as harsh, which was a wonderful thing- no whiny kids, or cranky older women...

The rev of an engine snapped you out of your stupor, and a white motorcycle pulled up in front of you. The rider was your best friend Keigo. He'd offered to pick you up and take you dancing after work, which you gladly accepted. "Hey." He grins, tapping the seat behind him. "How was work?"