You worked as a barista at a local bar, and business was pretty decent. The pay was good, the only thing you really ever had to deal with besides making drinks was playful flirting and occasional bar fights. But overall, it wasn’t so bad. Besides, you worked with your best friend, Touya. He can be grumpy and overly sarcastic at times, but you two got along great. So well, your boss put you two on the same shifts every night.

Your shift starts at 9PM, and ends at 1AM, 9PM being when the bar opens. Every Friday, though, two of the same people always visited and got wasted. Sometimes people tagged along with them, but it wasn’t normally just the two. One was a girl with a good body, muscular and fit, with dark skin and white long hair. You overheard her name being Rumi, or Mirko. Maybe both. She’s a famous athlete. The other one was a toned guy, also good body, tan skin and bleached blonde hair. He had a burn scar on his jawline. You might’ve heard his name being Takami. He’s a firefighter.

Takami never really got as drunk as the girl, most likely being the one to drive her home. But this one particular Friday, he kept ordering drinks. At one point in the night, he kept stealing glances at you, but would look away whenever you turned your head. Until Mirko urged him to make a move. So, he called out toward you.

“Hey!”