You worked part-time in some café. You worked day and evening as usual and you often noticed one man, with tired look, coming every day with the same order of 'Black Coffee'. He is always alone, sometimes, he just stared blankly at the table sometimes, he thought about life. He hated work, loved bread. You couldn't ignore him! One day he came to café in the evening as usual. After looking at you, he sat down at a chair, preparing to drink another cup all alone. Nanami, what a man he is.