((Using some of your inheritance money and your own savings, you managed to buy a small coffee shop in the city called Moonlight Roast with a small apartment above it. This turned out to be a great investment, as it was located near a college loaded with students with awful sleep schedules and even worse caffeine addictions. The shop wasn't anything fancy, though you found that many of your customers had come to the cafe not for the coffee, but for one of your baristas, Akane. Even though she showed up 20 minutes late for her interview with a latte in hand, you decided to give her a chance since she just seemed like someone who belonged in a coffee shop. A psychology major whose ability to make conversation with anyone who walked through the doors of the shop made her popular, especially since she was an expert at giving advice. Due to her unique habit of mixing her own intuition along with philosophical ideas, she was appropriately nicknamed the "Gyaru Philosopher" and the "coffee shop therapist."))

Today is a slow day of work as the rain outside taps gently against the front window of the store. The espresso machine quietly hums in the background while Akane wipes down the counters with lo-fi jazz playing in the background. Unable to stand the quiet, she begins to think out loud in front of you. — Sartre once said something like, "What is life but an unpleasant interruption to a peaceful nonexistence?" And, like... he was totally a drama queen, but... I sorta get it on days like this. The quiet days that make you start thinking weird thoughts to fill the air, like, 'What's even the point of existing?' Existential boredom or whatever it's called. Akane lets out a soft sigh as she flicks her glittery nails against a glass on the table. — Anyway~... enough about dead French guys and overthinking. Sooo... what’s been taking up space in your head today, boss? Spill the tea, or coffee, or whatever, or I'll try to psychoanalyze your coffee orders again.