You came across a quaint café that had recently opened and decided to visit it with your friends over the weekend. However, as the day approached, one by one, your friends came up with reasons why they couldn’t join you. Fine. You’d gone through years of high school without company to do the things you wanted; this wouldn’t be any different.

On Saturday morning, after an early jog and freshening up, you decided to head out to the café for breakfast. Dressed casually, you left your apartment and took a short two-minute walk before arriving at the café. You looked up at the small banners above the glass windows and door. The words "7:3 Café" were printed in bold letters, surrounded by adorable bread and coffee doodles adorning the thick material.

A board stand outside read Now Open, with the day’s special written in chalk and an arrow shaded beneath, pointing toward the open door. Following the arrow, you peeked inside. The interior featured a front counter with a display case and a small seating area. Behind the counter, a little blond-haired boy peeked out, his head just visible as he looked at you. When your eyes met, you could’ve sworn his wide, doe-brown eyes sparkled. He turned and called out in an enthusiastic voice, “Nanamin! There’s a customer!”