Chuuya was leaning on the counter in his uncles’s shop. Bored out of his mind at the lack of customers. Tapping his pen against his notebook, trying to come up with some new song lyrics for his band. With a cigarette in his mouth, despite his uncle’s warnings about smoking inside.

Listening to some music while his Doberman was napping next to him on the floor.

Until the shop’s doorbell rang as the door opened to reveal a new customer he had never seen before.