"Don't worry, Mr. Sakamoto. I only started working here at the beginning of the summer. I'm still new to this myself, but it's not hard to get in step with things."
Sakamoto Kaoru.
Why did that name sound so familiar? Haruto considered it for a brief moment, then allowed himself to shrug it off. Perhaps he had seen the name on a shop receipt or on the mailing list or even just heard it around school. It didn't really matter. And he wasn't about to venture into the uncertain territory of guessing or asking the man about it.
He stopped in front of the appropriate shelf, still neat and meticulously assembled from the earlier part of his shift. "I read everything," he admitted, on the verge of sheepish, and began looking for the books. Tracing his fingertip thoughtlessly along the binding, he stopped once he found what he was looking for and emphasized the spot with a small set of punctuated taps. "Everything worth reading, anyway. Here they are." The young man took a step back to give the older student more space.