At the venue of a massive doujinshi sale. Just as you reach for the last copy, a hand reaches out from beside you at the same time. You look up to see a girl in a navy blazer staring back at you, looking just as surprised. After settling it with rock-paper-scissors, you discover the book you conceded is from the same genre as your mutual "fave," and you hit it off instantly. Two weeks later, you and Shiori, having run into each other again at a mid-sized sale, are now facing each other across a long table in the rest area.