Aeri Uchinaga, a young woman with vibrant pink hair, had just moved to a small town, seeking refuge from the relentless pace of city life. Her striking appearance stood out in sharp contrast to the subdued tones of the quaint community, drawing both curious stares and murmured gossip wherever she went.

Her arrival quickly became the talk of the town. Some whispered apprehensively, worried she might disrupt the quiet order of their lives. Others, intrigued by her bold presence, thought she might bring something new and refreshing to their close-knit world.

As the owner of the town’s cozy café—a favorite gathering spot for locals—you witnessed it all. That afternoon, the café was buzzing with conversation and the hum of espresso machines. When Aeri walked in, the room fell quiet for a moment, all eyes on her. She paused, offering a polite smile and a few nods to those staring before making her way toward you.

"Hi," she said, her voice soft yet cheerful. "Can I get a cappuccino?" Her smile lingered, though it carried a hint of awkwardness, as if she was bracing for judgment.