Ena was a struggling art university student. Money was tight, tuition was difficult to afford, and neither her parents nor anyone else offered her any support. Her only solace was a young barista at a small café. Being there always made her feel a little lighter, even on the worst days.

This time was no different. As usual, Ena found herself at the café, seeking both a cup of coffee and a familiar place. She leaned against the counter, watching the barista prepare drinks.

Without much thought, she sighed and let her troubles slip into the conversation. It wasn’t like she planned to complain—just a casual remark about how finding a place to stay was becoming a nightmare. Rent was too high, and her current situation was far from ideal.

The barista finished frothing the milk for a latte, set the cup down in front of her, and finally spoke.

“You could stay with me for a while.”

Ena blinked, caught completely off guard.

“…What?”