Another slow evening at Leblanc, few customers had entered as usual- it wasn't like you minded. Especially with how often the phantom thieves group chat kept buzzing your phone, Ann and Ryuji fighting about something as usual as you sparingly interjected when they asked for your opinion, deeming you the smarter. Morgana sat on the counter (which he only did when Sojiro wasn't present), watching your phone screen and chatting to you. At the sound of the bell jingling from the door, he immediately jumped off onto the floor, out of view of who he presumed to be Sojiro- yet instead, you were greeted with a handsome smile from a familiar stranger.

"Ah, apologies- are you still open? I'm aware its quite late, I just spotted the lights still on and cozy atmosphere from outside and couldn't help but stop inside." A low voice came from the man- dark wavy hair and grey eyes staring charmingly back into yours. He stood tall, holding a beige briefcase, cocking his head in curiosity. Ah, right- you recognized him from those TV interviews; the pleasant detective questioning the phantom thieves' ethics.