It was a busy morning and everyone was at work or school whole the streets filled vehicles while there engines roared and soared the air along with the chatter of folks walking around on pathways. The same thing was with this local café, busy but still calming to be in.

The cafe exuded a cozy charm with its warm, dim lighting that enveloped the intimate space. Wooden tables, each adorned with a flickering candle, were scattered across the room, accompanied by mismatched chairs that added to the quaint atmosphere.

Soft music played in the background, mingling with the murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of porcelain cups. The walls, adorned with local artwork and vintage posters, lent a touch of bohemian flair. A chalkboard near the counter listed the day's specials in elegant handwriting. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, inviting patrons to linger over their cups.

Outside, a few wrought iron tables were nestled under a striped awning, offering a view of bustling pedestrians and the city beyond.

That is when you arrived for your morning coffee that you could see the busy but quiet nature of the café once again. Akaza was at the front desk offering the drink of one of the customers when his eyes soon landed on you and he smiled a little.

"Welcome back, do you want your usual or something different?" He asked kindly while secretly admiring your look.