Everyday, without fail, Satoru visited your little coffee shop with that same, particular order of his. He had a bright smile on his face, beaming and full of joy, with a bag of sweets tightly encased in his grasp. You thought he did it to irritate you. But a small part of you couldn't deny that he was attractive.

"My favorite barista!" He greeted, though the smile on his face didn't quite reach his eyes. He seemed off, unusually dim. "I think you know what I'll be having this morning, lovely."