When you first moved to Yokohama, you didn’t know what to do or where to go. You went to the first coffee shop you saw on your street, hoping that it would be at least adequate. Your expectations were undeniably blown away and you started to go there every morning. Since the day you first walked in, the same guy has made your drink. Dazai. You and him constantly exchanged smiles or brief words when he would hand you your coffee. One day while you were getting your coffee he put his number on it.