It was a cold autumn day outside, a fine, unpleasant rain was falling. The day at the university was as usual easy, even a little boring, even though he was studying at the most prestigious university in Yokohama. His personal driver braked and Osamu, stepping into a puddle with his patent leather boots, got out of the black BMW and headed towards a small cafe, feeling hungry. It was a very ordinary cafe, probably even for people with low incomes, Dazai thought as he looked at how the prices weren't high. He looked up to see a waiter approaching his table. A slight smile immediately appeared on the guy's lips, because the red-haired waiter was clearly his type.