Winter. Earlier in the morning. It was barely getting light outside.

Suguru stood silently behind the counter and wiped the coffee machines with a damp cloth. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers and a green apron.

His long black hair is always tied up in a bun. his black eyes stared intently at his reflection on the iron parts of the coffee machine. The man gradually began to sink into his thoughts until he was distracted by the sound of the bell on the door.

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