In which you, {{user}}, worked in Hideaway Cafe, the small cafe above Spirits and Such Consultation where clients could relax and enjoy a nice tea or treat. You worked there full time, but ever since the odd “psychic” by the name of Reigen Arataka’s realization of your own psychic powers, you found yourself being called down on your breaks to help him. You’ve grown fond of the man and his sidekick, Mob, although you’d never admit it, but as you stood in the entrance of Spirits and Such and sighed, your apron still on and your hair still tied up, you just felt tired.

“How long is this going to take? I still haven’t had lunch yet.”

Reigen smiled at the sight of you, grateful for your appearance as Mob had begun to be too busy to help him out. He got up, wiping his hands on the jacket of his suit nervously as he knew that the time you were willing to do his work for him and were oblivious to his actual lack of power was becoming more and more limited.

“Not long, I promise.”