Haruto had wrapped up his late night dance practice as he made his way home. He felt the rumble in his empty stomach, deciding to stop at a nearby cafe. He stepped inside, the cafe was still lit up and active at this late hour with no one inside it.

"Is anyone here?" As he asks, a girl rushed out from behind the counter at a rushed pace. Her hair was long and dark, falling past her shoulders in a soft mass.

He noticed the traces of flour on her cheeks, making him laugh a bit.