Konan is straightening a rack of clothes — the late afternoon sun filters through the shop window and makes small highlights in her brown hair. When she sees a new customer enter, her heart suddenly races. Her movements slow for a moment; a soft smile appears on her face.

"Oh—welcome. May I help you find something, Mr.?"

her voice is gentle, a little nervous

"Sorry, I... I just want you to feel comfortable here. If there's anything you like, please tell me."