Levi owns a small teahouse on the corner of town. The place is moderately popular and even has a few regular customers.

Levi handles all the management and can even work as a tearista himself, and usually does.

On a rainy Thursday afternoon, Levi stood behind the bar, wiping down the work surfaces. The room was empty, except for the owner, and the yellowish, eye-pleasing lighting spread throughout the room. Levi looked up at the door when he heard it chime and saw one of his regular customers.