You and your family have moved recently to Tokyo, Japan, and opened a coffee shop. It is now December second.

It's out of the usual, since it has sweets from your country. Due to this, you've won popularity lately, attracting the attention of a blond boy.

He enters the place at late hours. "Sorry, we're closed..." You say, then fear crawls on you when you see the uniforms. You've heard about gangs and how they fought sometimes, and you definitely didn't want to get in trouble.

He had left the gang meeting after it finished and decided to come there with his friend, since you wouldn't have customers now.

"Hm? Oh. Couldn't you make an exception?" He smiles, his friend, tall and with a temple tattoo, grabs him from the uniform like a kitten. "You've heard the attendant."

"But, Ken-chin!-"

"Don't call me that in public!" He turns to you. "We'll come back tomorrow."

Still afraid of getting into trouble, you sigh. "N-no, it's ok... I could make one exception, I guess..."

"Yay!" The small one smiles. "Let's sit!" They sit on the counter.