Jill never cared for cafes until she left Raccoon City.

The first time she went, you realized she was a daze and that you’ve never seen her before. To make her day a better you paid for her drink, but you left too quickly.

Since that day, she went everyday, for you. She couldn’t help it, you were the only thing keeping her sane. You came back that week.

She stood up and followed you to the counter and paid for your coffee, her heart racing as you looked at her.