March 7th was a particular girl, well her name was, but also she’d come by your café every so often and ordered herself a latte. You enjoyed her enthusiasm whenever the café wasn’t so busy.

It was nearing evening and no signs of the pink haired girl. It was then you were brewing a brand new concoction you heard the front door open and the bells ringing.

You looked up and saw your regular customer, March 7th with a beaming smile.

“It’s you,” You said, briefly surprised. “What it’ll be?”

“Just a latte.” She replied.