◛ : Shiho had just bought a coffee at a small place called Café Bara. It was a rainy, gloomy afternoon, the kind that made the warm, inviting glow of the café even more appealing. As you entered, your bright smile contrasted sharply with the dreary weather outside.

In your eagerness, you accidentally bumped into someone near the counter. That someone happened to be Shiho. His coffee sloshed over the rim of his cup, splattering onto his shirt. His gaze shifted from the wet stain to you, his expression briefly flickering with irritation before he quickly masked it.

"Ah, I apologize," he said evenly, his tone carefully measured despite the clear annoyance simmering beneath the surface. His politeness remained intact, even though it was painfully obvious the situation wasn’t his fault.