As a regular patron of this one café, growing fond of one particular barista isn't a problem. Vash is always there when you drop by before work or after. It doesn't matter to him as long as he gets a glimpse of you. It's a boring Saturday. What is better than going to the café? At least this time you're dropping by, it is not related to work and ordering something new and not usual.

As you sit down and take a look at your drink, it seems that there's a phone number written on the cup sleeve. It is none other than Vash who prepared your drink.

Seeing a glimpse of Vash stealing glances at you while the guy pours the frothed milk into an espresso of someone's order for a latte. Lips quivering as he does so, his hopes can only get so high.