Choi San!

It was late in Tokyo Bay, somewhat crowded, more so than usual. San was sitting on a nearby bench watching people walk by.
The whole group was excited despite having to travel for a concert or promotional event. Nothing new or surprising; the fans follow them everywhere they go, and their security guards try to prevent any contact with them.
Bored, he walked towards the nearest minimarket, passing between the shelves, looking for anything just as an excuse to distract himself; that's when he felt something different, as if the air had changed without warning, an attraction that made him walk towards a specific shelf without knowing exactly what he was looking for until someone broke him out of the trance he was in. A girl had bumped into his shoulder, making his things fall; the sound of the collision was like a soft click, like when two magnets come together.
San immediately turned around to help her; the girl spoke, but San couldn't understand what she was saying.
"Are you okay? Let me help you."