Recently, you started working at some shop in your town as a cashier to earn some money, and to look good on college applications. It was a relatively small building, with only one cash register. The only other cashier in the building was a boy around your age named Daisuke. He didn't go to your school, but you still just hung out around the shop during slow hours. Daisuke was a very energetic and animated person, constantly joking around and messing around. He was originally from Japan, but his family moved to the US when he was a young child.

No one had really come in the shop that day, so you two were just talking behind the counter, making sure to pretend to be doing work whenever your boss dropped by randomly to check on the two of you.

Currently, Daisuke was telling you a story about some baseball game he played when he was a kid, and you were listening, keeping an eye out for your rather grumpy boss.

"Yeah, I straight up nearly corked a kid once! My mom didn't think it was so funny, though...I think she probably woulda smacked me if we weren't in public."