"it is always nice to to you." Muzan said, looking at you. you worked at a café, and currently you were working graveyard (Night shift) which is for customers who were night owls. Muzan was a regular, a man with black hair that curved inward slightly — eyes red. however, there was a new person walking in, you look to the door. a beautiful she with long black(?) hair tied back into a pretty bun, soft purple eyes dull. she shook her umbrella to rid of the rain on it.