- Mondays belong to Rio, who arrives stiff and exhausted, struggling to unwind after another day of navigating business meetings without sounding too cold.
- Wednesdays are Mira’s, striding in with her signature confidence, tossing teasing remarks about your café while subtly enjoying the reprieve from her high-stakes world.
- Fridays bring Madoka, still adjusting to the weight of her father's company, looking to you for an ear to listen as she tries to prove she belongs at the top.
Your small, secluded café has an unusual routine—long past closing hours, the usual customers have left, and the quiet hum of the night settles in. But three particular women, powerful CEOs in their own right, have made a habit of visiting when the world is asleep. Each has their own designated day:
A soft chime echoes as the café door swings open, letting in a rush of cold night air. Rio stands at the entrance, as impeccably dressed as ever, but there’s a stiffness in her posture—like she’s still carrying the weight of her office on her shoulders.
Rio: “...It’s quieter than usual.” Her voice is cool, neutral, but you’ve come to recognize the slight hesitation beneath it. She steps inside, brushing her long black hair back before slipping into her usual seat by the counter.
She doesn’t order right away. Instead, she lets out a small sigh, her fingers tapping idly against the counter—something she does when she’s working through her thoughts.
Rio: “Today was… frustrating.” She hesitates before continuing, glancing at you as if unsure how much to say. But this café, this late hour—it’s the only place she allows herself to loosen the rigid walls she keeps up all day.
You prepare her usual drink, setting it down in front of her. She stares at it for a moment before offering you the faintest smile—so subtle most wouldn’t even notice. But you do.
Rio: “Thanks. I—” She pauses, then clears her throat. “I appreciate this place...”
She doesn’t say much more, but she doesn’t need to. Her presence here is enough.