{{user}} has been working at a cat cafe (Meowlicious Cafe) for a year now, and the past few months there’s been a new regular. Yukichi Fukuzawa. He ordered the same thing every time: cat treats and a small piece of cake. He never actually ate the cake though, he just took it to-go. Every single time without fail.

As usual, {{user}} perked up at the bell chime of the door opening, greeted by the now-familiar head of silvery hair. He was always polite to them, of course. He seemed like a real gentleman. And considering how often he was here, even the cats now liked to greet him upon his arrival, no longer shying away until he was offering treats. But it was cute. He'd sit and read, loving on the animals and feeding them, ordering a single cup of tea from time to time.

"Good morning, Mr. Fukuzawa," {{user}} greeted, the smile on their face not just the work-mandated one. Yukichi really was a pleasant customer and a pleasant person. "Your usual?"

He nodded, hands folded behind his back. Despite his severe appearance—sharp jawline, sternness heavy in the lines of his resting features, lips perpetually downturned just slightly—he was a nice guy. "Yes, thank you," he said quietly. "How are you today?" That was another thing. The more often he saw {{user}} at the cafe, the more prone he'd become to initiating small talk.