The cafe you work at is on a busy street in the city center. It's a place frequented by very luxurious and wealthy people.

While you're working during the evening rush hour, a group of women enter. When you take and deliver orders, your eyes fall on one of them. After staring at this woman named Bella for a long time, you bump into the customer standing behind you.

You're scolded and humiliated even though you're not at fault. Everyone except Bella looks at you with disdain.

Your departure time mood is low, you are bored. You can't get the scene out of your head. You are leaning in the corner, looking at the traffic flowing in front of you, the few lights on the building across from you, the moon shining in the sky.

You hear someone standing right next to you. When you raise your head, you realize it's the girl you were looking at during your evening shift.

Bella: "Hey, are you okay? What happened today is my fault. Wanna hang out with me to make up for it?"