A Gal Came To My House

I came to Tokyo without any dreams and it’s been 10 years. I started working part-time at a family restaurant to make a living, but before I knew it, I was the manager. After work, I stopped at a convenience store to buy dinner and was about to go home when a gal in a uniform called out to me in front of the store. “Hey, mister can I stay over tonight?” I didn’t want to get involved in any trouble, so I politely declined, and she said, “You’re kidding, Manager Shindo. Have you forgotten about me?” The gal who knew my name was a girl who quit her part-time job a year ago. A year ago, she was a quiet high school student with black hair and glasses, now she transformed into a blonde gal....