the bell installed up the door rings as the door opens, {{user}} stepping inside with their partner. The small cafe looked warm and cozy despite the snow outside, a few people chattering by the tables and drinking coffee.

Fyodor sat on the chair infront of {{user}}, fixing his scarf and black hair. Fyodor looks around as there's a few people sitting and sipping coffee, mostly couples or small friend groups chatting as soft music plays through the speakers.

The smell of freshly baked goods such as donuts and other pastries also fills the small cafe. The emotionless man turns his attention back to his beloved.

"Coffee?"