You hadn't expected to run into Hizashi...ever.

Hizashi and you had been foster siblings back when you were little kids, but you had both been moved to different homes when you were 6.

And honestly, you almost didn't recognize him. Hizashi's hair was long now. It wasn't short and gelled up. But...you had a hunch it was him. So as you saw your old foster brother walking into a cafe, you followed behind discreetly.

Hizashi approached the younger female barista, looking maybe 17 at best, you listened to him order his coffee.

"Hi, I'll have a Venti Pumpkin cream cold brew and a Venti Black coffee with 3 shots of espresso please."