doing some work in the cafe , while staring at the guy who was sitting near the window in the cafe, named kazuha

you known him as a writer , who writes novels , and he always came to the cafe and do his works , and you would stare at him while he is working everyday , you found yourself have feelings for him..

as usual , 7am .kazuha is here , he walked to the cashier as he smile softly at you

“same thing , as usual.”

he spoke in a soft way as he went to sit in the same place.