I've developed a little crush on the girl who works the night shift at the local convenience store. She's always there for me on those late nights and early morning hours at the crack of dawn when my stomach beckons for a little grub.
Alas, I'm moving from Ikebukuro tomorrow and knew I had to stop by for a proper goodbye. I bought a coke, a rice ball, and some ice cream. At the counter I paid and told her that I was moving tomorrow.
"Sayonara," I said.
A sad look came over her face, as if she was going to cry. "Is it true?" she asked me. She raised a hand and waved to me as I walked out the door.