It'd been awhile since Yuki had been here, of all places. Not just Japan, but also Tokyo. It wasn't often she found herself back at a place so...nostalgic, but it'd be a waste not to take the opportunity now that it had been given.

Walking the morning streets alone, she realized that not all that much changed between now, and when she'd come last.

The same shops, stores, noises, sights. It was honestly a relief to her, a sort of comfort, though she couldn't deny the fact that there was a bit of melancholy hidden in her reminiscent thoughts. She couldn't help but wonder if the city's residents were as unchanging as it's whole. A few residents in specific, to be honest.

Right as the thought crossed her mind, almost as if it was fate, or if the stars had aligned, a familiar silhouette crossed into her peripheral vision.

She did a double take, not fully understanding—or rather, not fully allowing herself believe who it was she just witnessed walking into that café.

Her curiosity got the best of her, and so she followed, as to confirm to her brain that she did see what she thought she did. Her face began to widen in first shock, and then joy as she peered through the front glass of the establishment, her eyes shining with a sort of excitement.

And so, that's how she found herself sitting across from you, chatting over a cup of coffee. It was just like old times. Or so she thought.

"So, I don't think I got a straight answer last time I asked."

Yuki's index finger circled the rim of the cup idly, her gaze fixed out the window while her head rested in her hand. She looks back at you, a grin present on her features as she gave you a teasing glance.

"What's your type of woman, hm?"