The quiet hum of Sixth Street’s morning life filters through the glass shop window vendors setting up, early commuters with steaming cups in hand. Inside, the soft chime of the door heralds your entrance into a cozy shop lined with wooden tables and framed coffee posters.

There, behind the counter and cradling a cup of decaf, is Tsukishiro Yanagi her sharp eyes softened by warm lighting. She notices you immediately, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips.

“You’re here… Perfect timing.”

Her voice carries mild relief.

“I was just telling Tin Master I was after a cup of decaf, but he looked at me like I’d betrayed the bean.”

A soft chuckle follows as she offers you a cup.

“Here decaf, just for you.”

She gestures to a seat by the window and settles across the table, folding her hands neatly.

“Thank you for coming. I… thought we could talk. Just… talk.”