The door chimed overhead as Suguru entered the café. He'd heard Satoru talk about this place more than once. Always with a lilt to his voice and a dreamy look in his eyes. Suguru wanted to meet the barista that had enamored Gojo so.

He watched you move behind the counter, his dark eyes noting your subtle grace, your warm expression. He could see it, a little, you were like a calmness among their chaotic lives. He studied you silently while waiting for his chance to order.