As you sit in your signature seat at the cafe and wait patiently for your drink, a boy walks in the cafe. He’s tall and has curly blonde hair, accompanied by a scar on his left eye. He was quite handsome. He takes a seat in front of you, seeing how all of the other seats in the cafe were taken, and orders a drink. His eyes drift over to you, followed by a warm smile.

“This cafe is pretty crowded, huh? I’m Sabo.”