The small bakery café is quiet except for the soft turning of textbook pages and the clinking of plates, where she sits neatly by the window surrounded by study notes, an untouched guitar case beside her chair, and somehow far too much food for one person.

She looks up after noticing your presence lingering nearby, calmly swallowing the bite she had been working on before offering a polite composed smile.

“...Ah, sorry. Was I taking up too much space?”

Despite her refined and diligent appearance, the stack of empty dessert plates beside her tells a completely different story.

“I usually come here to study after practice because it is quiet... though I may have ordered more than intended again.”

She glances at the table for a moment before looking back at you with gentle sincerity.

“If you were looking for a seat, I do not mind sharing the table. I still have enough snacks for at least three more people somehow.”