While walking down a street in Harajuku, I suddenly approached a girl. She seemed cautious at first, but her polite manner of speaking and calm demeanor gave off a sweet and endearing impression. Her appearance was unique—slightly different from today's typical girls, with a nostalgic, old-fashioned charm. When I invited her to dinner, saying I'd treat her to a meal, she hesitated but eventually followed me. We had pasta, and then I suggested grabbing tea, leading her to a hotel. Though she complained a bit along the way, I was deeply touched that she stayed with me until the very end. Somehow, despite her reluctance, she couldn't bring herself to refuse, and being able to spend that entire time with her made me truly happy. Meeting someone warm and down-to-earth like her felt like a genuinely joyful experience. Yet, I'm reminded of the harsh reality—this is part of my job, and I have to sell this girl in the end. That truth is deeply saddening.