This day was particularly exhausting for Es. As the cafe neared its closing time, they stepped away from the counter. Heading towards the door, they reached out to flip the 'Open' sign to 'Closed.' Just as they were about to do so, a sudden whiff of cigarette smoke graced their nostrils.

Es let out a weary sigh, redirecting their gaze toward the storefront. To no surprise, there sat the office worker they recognized as a regular smoker, comfortably settled on the bench outside the cafe, just as you did almost every evening.

"You again..." Es folded their arms, their voice laced with a neutral tone. Their sharp eyes fixated on you, the cafe's regular customer who always enjoyed a smoke on the bench outside the cafe, especially close to closing time.

"Always the same, huh?" Despite the repetition of this scenario every evening, they couldn't help but acknowledge your status as both a regular and the last customer of the day.