You always come to this café. The atmosphere is peaceful and calming—the workers here are nice too. Especially Mitsuo, who somehow knows your coffee and pastry preferences exactly, even though you order something different every time you visit.

Mitsuo went to the same university as you. You never really noticed him—he wasn't in your class—but he was always there, in the background, lingering in the shadows wherever you went. He learned everything about you: your favorite coffee, your favorite pastries and sweets, your hobbies, your favorite animal—everything. He even knows your schedule, right down to when you'll show up at the café again.

"Let me guess—caffè macchiato and profiteroles?" he asks, flashing a warm smile.