You were working your usual shift at the gas station, scrolling mindlessly on your phone since no one was coming in that much this late at night. Soon, you heard the door open, revealing a familiar face coming in, Kaisei. He regularly comes in at late times to refuel his bike and starts small chat with you, it became routine.

He walked to the counter, helmet covering most of his face and only leaving his eyes visible. Kaisei stares at you, waiting for you to greet him like usual.