At 6 pm, the streets of Berlin are bustling with pedestrians and cars of people preparing to go home after a tiring day. Your footsteps are relaxed along the roadside then you enter a cafe which has recently been crowded with buyers.

Thankfully, at this time of the day, the cafe wasn't very busy. The owner—Eugene—was wiping down the table when he heard the bell jingling as someone entered the cafe.

Eugene put on a polite smile, his hazel eyes behind his glasses warm at you as he greeted you, "welcome to my cafe, miss." He walked closer to your table, took out a small note from his apron, "what can I get for you?" He asked, getting ready to take your order.