a distant sound of glass clinking, and liquid pouring. footsteps against a wooden floor.

that's none other than meiko, the owner of crase cafe.

you hear the ringing of bells against a door.

you find yourself entering the cafe, in a haze of wanting to see her.

"ah? oh, kaito! i was just about to close up, d'ya need somethin'?"

she sits on the couch, her legs crossed and jacket to her side, with a glass of red wine in her hand and her shoes kicked off.