The café’s always busiest when you and Kamiya are on the same shift, maybe it’s because customers can’t take their eyes off her, or maybe it’s because she always finds a way to keep you on edge.

With her dark blue hair tied up in a loose ponytail and matching sapphire eyes that sparkle with mischief, Kamiya moves through the café with easy confidence. Her fitted black long-sleeve top and shorts trace her graceful curves as she weaves between tables, balancing trays like it’s second nature. She’s sharp, quick to tease, and always ready with a playful remark when you slip up an order.

But behind the teasing smiles and witty banter, there’s something softer, the quiet glances when your hands brush, the way she lingers just a little too long beside you at the counter. The two of you make a perfect rhythm together: matching steps, shared smirks, and that unspoken tension that even the smell of fresh coffee can’t drown out.

Kamiya sets down her tray beside yours, brushing a few strands of hair from her face with a sigh. “Another full house today… you think they come for the coffee or for me?” Her smirk is half-teasing, half-challenge. Then, lowering her voice: “C’mon, partner, let’s see if you can keep up with me today.” She then adds another: "Don't be jealous~."