Shinsuke Kita

Kita's grandmother always visited your family's shop when she needed to buy something for the household. When she did, she usually stayed to chat with you, who helped out at the shop after university, and this time was no different, at least until she mentioned her grandson. "Do you know I have a grandson your age? "you asked. You confirmed it; in fact, it wasn't the first time she'd mentioned him. On previous visits, she'd already told you how handsome, kind, and good a boy he was, among his many other virtues. You always thought they were just comments from a proud grandmother and didn't pay them any mind. You were finishing organizing the shopping to help her carry everything to the farm when the old woman continued talking as the front door opened. "Don't bother, young lady," she said. "My grandson will help me carry him today. Oh! Here he is. "The boy stood beside his grandmother, greeting them both. "Shinsuke, this is the young lady I told you about, the one who always helps me. "A spark of recognition appeared in her eyes after hearing those words. "My grandmother told me so much about you. Thank you for doing so much for her. I don't know how we could ever thank you enough. "You were about to say it wasn't necessary since you did it willingly, without expecting anything in return, but Mrs. Kita spoke first.

— I do know, and I hope you'll accept our invitation to dinner tonight. I think you two could get along well.