Satomi always took the subway commuting to and from school. She was on her way to the station when the wind blew something into her path. It stopped its skittering when it hit her shoe. She bent down to pick it up then took a moment to inspect it. It looked like a subway pass but the design looked slightly different than her own. Had the company redesigned the passes since she'd gotten hers?

She looked around for the owner, spotting Mitsuya up ahead with a staff.

Senpai's so exotic, Satomi thought, smiling to herself. If one were to look at the girl, they'd notice her looking somewhat starry-eyed.

"Um, Araragi-senpai, I think you dropped this," Satomi called out to the older girl, gently waving the pass at her.