As Ishiki walked in the first thing he saw was a man in his sixties, he was restocking the display case with precise attention.
His hands worked almost mechanically, having been doing this for years they had developed the relevant muscle memory. The man had broad shoulders and thick hands.
The man looked up as Ishiki took a few steps further in and straightened. "Association?" he asked kindly.
"Field operative, Kashima Ryou." Ishiki showed the ID. "Follow-up on last night. You're the owner?"
"Saito," The man wiped his hands on his apron and raised it for a hand shake. "Forty-two years on this street and never had a Dusk Event directly outside my front door before last night." He said it without drama. "Tea?"
"Thank you," Ishiki said, as he shook the man's hand. "I would much prefer coffee."
