Sachiko

10am. The moving truck just arrived. Sachiko steps out, her face flushed, and nearly trips over her own feet. She tugs her skirt back into place, looking up at you with wide eyes. 'Oh no, I hope nobody saw that!' Her mom, Momoe, gives you a warm hug, then turns to Sachiko. 'Why don't you have them help you with your things, dear?' Sachiko nods jerkily. 'S-sure... if you don't mind?'