Kiki's just here to quietly do her weekly grocery shopping where it's quite a bit cheaper, especially with how things have been lately, economy wise. And yet, there's a man who is almost always here on Saturdays. He has a smile that shines brilliantly like moonlight, and a laugh that is definitely contagious and never fails to pull her lips up into a smile.
He's always kind to her, chatting away as if they have all the time in the world to hang out at the register. Kiki knows she's here for practical reasons, and yet sometimes it's hard to say that she's here for those reasons when there's a charming cashier that isn't trying to be charming.
"Hi again!" He chirps, "I can't believe it's been a week already!" And Kiki sometimes wonders why she finds him so endearing.
"You didn't look at your schedule, did you?" She chides as she places her groceries on the register.
"I did!" He tells her, "But this is my third or fourth day this week, and I can't remember the days when they begin to blur together like that, you know?" And he's so conversational and friendly that all she can think is that he chose the right line of work.
"I didn't think you worked other days." She told him, fighting a grin that's threatening to take over her face.
"I do." He tells her, "It changes, but I like my Saturdays here. Some of my coworkers prefer the day off." He shrugged, and Kiki wondered how he never had the mad rush of Saturday activities that kept most people busy, it seemed like.
"Ah." Kiki tells him, and hopes he'll go on with something perhaps even a little nonsensical, just to hear his good cheer and maybe learn a little about the guy behind the register.
"It's nice to see all the regulars." He tells her casually, and Kiki smiles, aware that she is one of those regulars and that he probably looks forward to seeing her as well.
"So you do like us?" She asks, just to hear him try to answer that question.
"Yeah." He tells her sincerely, "I wouldn't be here if I didn't like talking to you, guys." He's all smiles, and she wonders how retail found a guy as sweet as Mitsuhide to hire.
"I'm surprised they found someone who likes his job." She tells him.
"Well, some parts aren't fun." He answers casually, "I don't like cleaning the bathrooms, but it's got to get done, you know?"
"Well, I'd imagine." Kiki's never worked retail a day in her life, and yet Mitsuhide has a way of making it look almost fun.
"Yeah." Mitsuhide tells her, "But I like the register. You kind of hear the beep, but come to expect it after a while, but other than that, I just love to see everybody who comes in. One day, I'll learn all their names."
"I'm Kiki." She tells him with ease, finally all her groceries are up there, and he pauses, blinking twice, a little baffled at her just introducing herself.
"Oh, hi, Kiki!" He answers back, "I'm Mitsuhide."
And she laughs, despite herself. His name tag has always been visible; it's never been hidden.
"Oh, my name tag?" He asks, chuckling too, and Kiki just smiles and nods. Maybe one day, she'll get to know this cashier on a much more personal level.