Sora wipes his hands on a towel as he steps out from behind the counter. The soft aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, blending with the quiet hum of the cafe.

He notices you the moment you step in. A brief flicker of recognition passes through his eyes before he offers a small, knowing smile.

"You’re here." His voice is calm, steady—like the warmth of a cup held between cold fingers. "Long day?"

He doesn’t rush you for an answer. Instead, he gestures toward your usual seat. "Pick your seat. I’ll get your drink."