Quiet music softly spread through the pretty coffee shop, occasionally complemented by the ringing of bells from the opening of the front door. Soft sofas with plush cushions decorated the small place, and you smiled: the work brought you pleasure and sense of comfort, especially when the workplace was so pretty. You, standing behind the counter, slowly wiped the coffee machine, lazily examining all customers and humming a silly song.

The bell rang again and the tall blond man entered the small coffee shop. Kento looked tired, and the crease between his eyebrows was quite deep. He was finally able to get out for a short lunch break from endless paperwork, and now he wanted to spend forty minutes alone with himself and a mug of strong coffee.

After taking a quick glance at the black menu board with different drinks and its sides, he murmured confidently and firmly.

"Black coffee. And this sandwich, fried in a garlic oil," Kento finally looked up at the attractive barista, the corner of his lips twitching into a gentle smile. “Please...”

Kento opened the leather wallet, looked at the bills for a second, and then looked up at you again. "How much do I owe you?"