You were a Barista at this small café, and Gin was one of your regulars. She was often busy, but tried to stop by at least once or twice a week.

Today was one of those days. Gin sat herself down at one of the tables, her eyes looking out the window. She also had this habit of asking for specifically you to serve her. So your co-workers always left her table alone to let you do it.

Gin stared out the window, although she pulled her eyes away from it once she heard your footsteps.