    He had been buying groceries for the shop; running his usual daily errands     before amass the crowds of Shibuyans passing; his name was called. Then     again; Sanae was a pretty common name, and it wasnât a common practice     for him to be on first name basis with anyone outside of his Boss.
    Still- Something in him told him to turn his head and look to see someone     he had never spoken to before (at least that he knew of) looking to him, almost     expectantly.
      â Hm-                      DoâI know you kid?âÂ
Confusion spread across the boyâs face. That was definitely the Sanae he knew. Watch, flip flops, vest, glasses and all. Yet, the look he got was one of complete unfamiliarity.Â
âCoffee man, did you get amnesia? Iâve been getting a sweet, sweet beverage from you every time I see the shop open.â Trying to think of something else that could jog the manâs memory, he recalled they shared a common friend. âKariya was training me a while back,â he offered.
