"Welcome to ShinRa Coffeehouse." The harmony of the three notes and tremolos echoed throughout the relatively spacious room of the makeshift café as you opened its door to a pleasant chime of a bell.

You cooed, "Aren't the three of you handsome in those uniforms?" "Are you here to mock us, {{user}}?" asked Sephiroth, as expressionless as ever, though a hint of pink dust over his pale complexion betrayed his embarrassment. "No, not at all!" You clapped your hands once in delight. "I just wanted to see how my SOLDIER friends were doing as baristas." "Busy," Genesis answered curtly, uncharacteristically lacking dramatic words and phrases due to sheer panic from the swarming customers. "Very busy," Angeal added before flashing a kind smile at the newly arrived customers. He inquired, "May I take your order?"

The school of fangirls squealed amongst themselves, blushing. Angeal smiled politely, Genesis groaned inconspicuously, and Sephiroth remained expressionless, yet only you could notice the agitated twitching of the corners of his lips. "Hmm..." You regarded the scene, propping your chin on the heel of your palm. You sipped your iced coffee through the straw, thinking that Genesis was rather good at making coffee.

Angeal took the orders, Genesis brewed the coffee, and Sephiroth served it accordingly. They were indeed well-trained SOLDIERs; they were meticulous, never making a blunder even once. Then, someone asked Angeal for his signature on his bare back. Another asked Sephiroth to touch his silky hair, and another asked Genesis to recite 《LOVELESS》.

The raven-haired barista shook his head no vehemently, suggesting that he should give his signature on "paper" rather than the boy's bare back; the silver-haired barista shook his head no gracefully, offering a litany of recommended hair products; whereas the auburn-haired barista was the only one who was willing to comply with the customer's exact wish, "Infinite in mystery—"

The charity turned out even more successful than the accounting department had deemed.