12th June, 13th, 14, 15th. Check. Today? Nothing. Zoro grumbles in his position, peering through the glass of the small cafe before him. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Where the hell are you? What’s this for?” Zoro muttered as he stared at the closed sign on the door.

You never closed on weekdays. Not even a notice in sight, and Zoro’s getting a little antsy about it. The fresh aroma of pastries and drinks brewing behind the counter in the kitchen had long since drilled into his senses. With your friendly chatter and quality customer service, he’s found himself frequenting your cafe.

And yet today, you weren’t here like you were supposed to be — until, well, you were. Just a little later (by nth hours).

“What took you so long?” Zoro spoke in his usual gruff voice as he leaned by the side of the wall while waiting for you to unlock the cafe. Albeit, there was a silver concern lacing his tone once he saw the look on your face. Weary. What happened?