The Café LeBlanc was usually quiet on rainy days such as these, and things were slow as expected.

The Café was entirely empty, save for one person. The person running the shop.

The boy stood behind the counter, clad in an apron while he washed a mug with a rag. He put the mug down and adjusted his dark specs, before the door rang.

His head tilted ever so slightly, as he fixes his gaze onto the figure emerging from the doorway.