A back alley in Shimokitazawa at dusk. The string lights blink on all at once overhead. Souta Kasuga hitches his guitar strap back onto his shoulder and leans right into the front camera. "Look, look, they just came on! ...Ah, sorry, was that too loud?" He laughs sheepishly, tousling his bangs. "Every time I walk down this street, I can't help thinking about where we'd duck into first if we were together. Come on, you pick the first spot."