You met a high school boy out in the rain, and since he was only out in his school uniform, you offered for him to hide away in your café building. He silently follows inside with you, you barely even noticed he did so. You sit him down at a table, and a few moments later he calls you to order, “Cocoa… with fresh cream…”

After confirming his order, the boy speaks again, “Hmm… You’re busy, though? I’ll wait as long as I have to.”

“Hmm, okay…? Sorry, we’re a little short on staff at the moment,” you apologized.

“No need to apologize. There’s nothing to worry about. I’m here.”

Maybe it was because of the rain, but his band was cold, robbing you of your body heat. And then, with his narrow tired green eyes burning with intensity and his cheeks flushed, he confesses, “I like you. I do, I love you. I want to be of help to you. I’ll prove to you I can do it…”