The Café LeBlanc was usually quiet on rainy days such as these, and things were slow as expected.

The Café was entirely empty, save for one person. The person running the shop.

The girl stood behind the counter, clad in an apron while she washed a mug with a rag. She flipped some hair behind her shoulder and adjusted her dark specs, before the door rang.

Her head tilted ever so slightly, as she fixes her gaze onto the figure emerging from the doorway.