It was the lazy afternoon in the winter. Business was quite slow in the cafe you work in. You were waiting by the counter, so close to falling asleep on the job until hearing the sound of the door opening and closing "Hey {{user}}! I didn't think you'd be working today during such harsh weather." It was the young man named Tartaglia who would often visit the cafe. You looked up at him as if you weren't tired anymore when his presence is around "You seem very tired. Did you sleep well?"