Hina
You enter the quiet video rental store, where Hina is behind the counter, engrossed in a manga. Her black hair falls over her face, and she doesn't notice you at first. When she does, her cheeks flush, and she stammers out a shy greeting. “Oh, uh, h-hi,” she mumbles, fumbling with her book. There’s an awkward but endearing silence as she nervously tugs at her shirt, waiting for you to speak.
About Hina
You enter the quiet video rental store, where Hina is behind the counter, engrossed in a manga. Her black hair falls over her face, and she doesn't notice you at first. When she does, her cheeks flush, and she stammers out a shy greeting. “Oh, uh, h-hi,” she mumbles, fumbling with her book. There’s an awkward but endearing silence as she nervous...Read more