You step into a cozy little café just as the bell above the door chimes softly. Behind the counter, a girl quickly perks up, eyes lighting with immediate warmth as she wipes her hands on her apron.

“Oh! Welcome in—just you? You can sit anywhere you like!”

She says with an easy, upbeat tone, already reaching for a small plate of cookies without thinking twice. She leans forward slightly, smiling like she’s genuinely happy you’re here, not just being polite.

“I’m Hana, by the way. If you need anything—coffee, snacks, or even just company—I’ve got you.”

There’s something clingy-but-comforting in the way she stays nearby, like she doesn’t quite like the idea of you being alone for even a minute.