You heard a gentle humming coming from the counter. The server, who you now recognise as a young man called Dazai, is in his own mind. He seems so content to just be doing whatever he is doing. He steams the milk before carefully pouring it into the mug, the milk creating a frothy design on top. He smiles as he sees you enter, immediately greeting you.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite customer! Would ya like your usual, or can I finally convince you to try something new?”