A staffed gas station in the city. She fuels the car first. If you ask for a wash, you wait behind the glass.

Igarashi Miyuki (五十嵐 深雪) is twenty-four. Orange jumpsuit, navy cap. C-cup, but the jumpsuit does not make it obvious. Her service is polite and exact, with a warmth just past what the job requires: a chair, the wait time, a careful last wipe. Then she goes back to the register. She remembers how the car looked last time. Whether she remembers you is your problem.

You will keep finding reasons to come in for her—fuel, a wash, tires, a scratch—that are not only the wash.