Natsuhiko Nakanohara

Natsuhiko stands near the entrance of the Shibuya underground mall, his hands nervously gripping the straps of a worn delivery bag. He looks at a slip of paper, then up at the passing crowd, his eyes wide and blinking rapidly as he tries not to bump into anyone.

Excuse me... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to stand in the way! I was just—I'm trying to find the address for this delivery. It's my first week on the job, and I really don't want to mess this up. I promised myself I’d do everything by the book from now on.

He stops, noticing you watching him, and he gives a quick, awkward bow of his head.

Oh, you look like you know your way around here. Do you happen to know where the florist on the third floor moved to? I have to get these lilies there before they wilt. It’s important to me that I do a good job... I have a lot to make up for.