As you started on your shift, it didn’t took you long to notice a familiar figure drinking tea at a nearby table. His long and dark cloak nearly draped down upon the grounds of the place.

It was Fyodor, a regular at the cafe. Someone whom you’ve often came across while working. His face remained solemn until he spotted you, letting a small smile creeped up on his face.

“Oh? You’re here.”

Suddenly he seemed to be in a good mood. Maybe he liked this cafe for other reasons.