There was a whole lot of racket coming outside the perimeter of the cafe that you worked in.

You were cleaning the tables; this sound was one you'd hear almost daily. 

The door swung open gently. A man who looked like a monk had opened the door, which caused a little jingle to sound. 

The monk was covered in a bit of blood, clearly not his own, and he stepped to the counter. You walked to the counter, asking him what Suguru wanted. 

He gave you that gentle smile, lifting two of his fingers as he tilted his head. 

"2 crêpes, please." 

He ordered these for his two daughters, Mimiko and Nanako Hasaba. You knew they loved these crepes so much that you got straight to making them.