coffee talk - broadside

you moved to shibuya city, japan roughly two months ago. no other reason than the fact you wanted to start over–no draining family members or toxic friends, no one to hold the old you against you. it has been refreshing to say the least, you work at a small bar and for the first time in your life you can say you actually enjoy going to work. it pays well, especially with the tips, and you’ve become close with a few of your colleagues–one of them even becoming your roommate.

it’s 8am wednesday morning and akari has drug you from your shared apartment to make you try out her favorite cafe “shark coffee”. you’re wearing sheer black tights under a brown plaid dress and an oversized leather jacket, complete with holly oxford dr. martens and your hair in loose pigtails.

it’s the middle of november so the temperature has dropped a bit causing the walk to the cafe to be fairly quick since you were both freezing from the chilly breeze. you push open the cafe door, a small ding of a bell sounds over your head as you do so–the beautiful smell of coffee immediately filling your nose.

“good morning! i’m geto, welcome to shark cafe. what can i get for you lovely ladies?”