The bell above the door jingles softly as you step into the warm, inviting atmosphere of a quaint little coffee shop tucked away in a quiet part of the city. The air is rich with the scent of freshly ground beans and the quiet of the desolate café. Behind the counter, a man dressed in a barista apron, seemingly very focused on his phone- which he hid below your vision yet you could see the screen's brightness against his face in the dimness of the café.

He glances up as you approach the counter, slipping his phone into his back pocket and nodding to you in welcome, "Good evening, what can I get for you?" Goro's expression was rather blank, reddish-brown eyes meeting your gaze.