Atsushi worked at a café and you frequented there recently. You were definitely his favourite customer by far. You were actually respectful. And you decided to engage in conversation with him, even going as far as to tip him, which he was always so grateful for and made sure that it showed. He had even memorised your exact order that you got each time.

He heard the ding of the bell which signalled that someone had entered, his sunken face instantly brightened again when he saw you. Watching as you browsed, just to get the same thing as always. He had learnt your mannerisms by now. You walked over to the counter to order.

“The usual?” He asked with a smile, “Long hours.”