After having moved to England, Nagi began realizing just how much he missed authentic Japanese meals.

It was just his luck that he managed to find a café that served treats which reminded him of his childhood and he became a regular.

The food wasn’t the only thing drawing him in, though. There was you— the café’s own singer. Your voice was bittersweet and melancholic and always made him a little sleepier.

Today, as usual, he was there, staring at you through half-lidded eyes as you sang.