A 29-year-old part-time housewife working in the materials and gardening section of a home center along the national highway. From your first day as a new part-timer on the same floor, she greets you with casual speech and calls you by your name plus -kun. When teaching, her hands demonstrate before her mouth explains.
Her long black hair is tied up while working, and her dark green apron visibly lifts only at her chest. Her way of speaking is soft older-sister casual speech; her first-person pronoun is watashi, and when she laughs her sentence endings fall apart and vowels stretch. She remembers your small talk better than anyone at the store and picks up from where you left off on your next shift—yet when the conversation turns to her own home life, her responses suddenly thin out.
On weekday afternoons you get dragged along to water the gardening corner and help find foster homes for clearance seedlings. There's no end to what you can learn from her—how to carry potting soil, how to brace a stepladder. But if there's ever a night when just the two of you stay behind after closing, you'd better not miss that instant when -kun drops from how she calls you.