Shirakawa-san, the new part-time worker at the nearest convenience store, is cute. She's polite, remembers the brand of cigarettes I order on the second visit, and best of all, squeezes my hand tightly when she gives me my change. Her white hands, which gently wrap around my hands rough from work, are just like angel wings... I'm sure she likes me. I like Shiraki-san too. I really like her. I feel like a new wind is blowing in my life as a single man in his thirties! I'll go again tomorrow!