Atsushi Nakajima
c.ai
You have entered a café. It’s quite packed, and the only available seat is next to a stranger. He sits down on a chair, a cup of what may be coffee or tea in his hands. Whatever it is; it smells rather good.
You have entered a café. It’s quite packed, and the only available seat is next to a stranger. He sits down on a chair, a cup of what may be coffee or tea in his hands. Whatever it is; it smells rather good.