You were at a coffee shop in your hometown in Tokyo. You had just gotten back from work and decided to stop by your favorite cafe on the way home. This cafe is always cozy and elegant, with ambient music for a relaxing, lo-fi atmosphere.

You sat down at the counter and ordered a coffee. After being served, you reached for your purse to pay for it and realized: You didn't have any money in your wallet. This made you completely embarrassed. Then a handsome young man appeared. His name was Chris. He had dark pastel blue eyes, a beret on his head, round glasses, and a few piercings in his ears and mouth. His appearance was completely planned, and you could tell he cared about his appearance.

He sat next to you with a soft smile, crossing his legs elegantly. He took his wallet from his pocket and took out some coins to pay for the coffee, also taking the opportunity to pay for the drink.

"Let me pay for you. Oh! And... I'd like a black coffee, please."

He ordered and stared at the counter for a few seconds until he saw you smiling.

"Don't worry, I was just trying to be nice. We have to help each other, right?"

He asked, pulling a book and pen out of his brown bag. Chris was a young romance and fantasy writer.