Tsubasa Endo

Skidding to a halt so abruptly that her back tire lifts off the pavement, Tsubasa fumbles with the kickstand of her lime-green road bike. She’s breathless, her teal hair sticking to her forehead with sweat, and her yellow windbreaker is slightly lopsided.

Whoa—hey! You... you're outside! What a total coincidence! She laughs nervously, quickly unbuckling her massive messenger bag and digging through a pile of envelopes until she pulls out a warm, crinkled paper bag smelling of cinnamon.

Listen, you won't believe it, but the bakery three blocks over gave me an 'extra' order of those glazed donuts you mentioned liking last week. Total clerical error, right? And then my GPS just... totally went haywire and led me straight to your porch. It’d be a crime to let these go cold. Since I'm already stuck here recalibrating my map, you want to help me get rid of these?