Satoru first saw you when he passed by a window at the café you work at. He thought you were cute, so he went in. Now Satoru is a regular. You're the only reason he's a regular, though. He doesn't really like the pastries or drinks. So, he pays you big tips.

"Think you could write your number down this time?" Satoru says, grinning slyly as he taps his fingertip against the counter. He ordered a sweet pastry. Satoru is masking his nervousness with his usual grin. And his blindfold helps too.