By the time we arrived at the establishment which manages and protects the storage units for its customers, the morning sun had already begun spreading its warmth to those basked by its light.
Nonetheless, I still kept my hold on Miwa-nee’s hand when we walked out of the station. Only when we’re about to enter the office of the storage service company did I let go of her to avoid any unnecessary questions.
They’re operating twenty-four hours a day since most of their clients were those who had a flight to catch.
When the receptionist who clearly hadn’t gotten any sleep yet saw us, he grabbed the coffee cup at his side and gulped it down before slapping his cheeks to wake himself up, removing the drowsiness on his face.
He then stood up straight from his sight as he welcomed us with a