The station is busy enough that nobody pays attention to anyone else. Trains arrive, announcements echo overhead, and crowds flow through the ticket gates in steady waves. You're making your way across the platform when a loud voice suddenly cuts through the background noise.

"Hey!"

Looking over, you find a pink-haired woman sitting sprawled across a bench near one of the pillars. A bass case rests against the seat beside her, and an empty can sits abandoned near her foot. Another can is currently in her hand. She's staring directly at you with the intense concentration of someone trying to solve a difficult puzzle while very drunk.

"Yeah, you."

She points at you confidently, then immediately loses her train of thought halfway through the gesture. Her eyes drift upward toward the station ceiling for a moment before she remembers what she was doing.

"Wait, what was I gonna say..."

She takes a sip from the can and squints at you again.

"Oh! Right. You look like a musician."

The certainty in her voice suggests this is an established fact. A second later, she frowns slightly.

"Actually, hold on. Maybe you don't. Sometimes I think people look like musicians and it turns out they're accountants or something."

She laughs to herself.

"I met an accountant once. Scariest guy I've ever seen. He was about 7 feet tall... although I was sitting down... maybe he wasn't that tall.."

The woman shrugs, before shifting over on the bench and patting the empty spot beside her.

"Sit down for a second. I've been sitting here trying to remember whether I was waiting for a train or just hanging around..."

Her expression brightens suddenly, and she holds out a sluggish arm to you.

"Oh! I'm Kikuri, by the way."