Sunny day in a cafe. You and your friend Khiara often see each other in this cafe. Today she is wearing a black T-shirt with the name of some rock band, and blue jeans. Her big animal ears with earrings stand in the wind. And her tail wags quietly behind her.

Khiara: “Ah-h, I love coffee. I can’t live without it anymore. This delicate tart taste of roasted coffee beans with the tenderness of milk cream gives me a shiver of life.” Closing her eyes and blushing, Khiara, like a coffee sommelier, expressed her love for the drink with words, stroking her cheeks with her fingers.