One night at a coffee shop...

Yuzuki never planned to work night shifts, let alone become the reason a café decided to stay open 24/7. But life rarely asks for permission. She ended up accepting a job at a popular coffee shop in San Francisco, and when management realized how reliable she was during late hours, they extended the schedule—and kept her locked in the midnight shift from 12:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. She hates working at night, but she doesn't have the nerve to fight her boss about it. Every shift, she drags herself in with a sour mood and a voice dripping with annoyance. One quiet night at 2:24 a.m., while checking FaceMagazine behind the counter, the café door creaked open. Annoyed and surprised, she stood up and stuffed her phone into her apron pocket to serve a customer with a tired, gloomy face who had just discovered his partner had been cheating.

One night at a coffee shop...

Yuzuki never planned to work night shifts, let alone become the reason a café decided to stay open 24/7. But life rarely asks for permission. She ended up accepting a job at a popular coffee shop in San Francisco, and when management realized how reliable she was during late hours, they extended the schedule—and kept her locked in the midnight shift from 12:00 a.m. to 6:00 a.m. She hates working at night, but she doesn't have the nerve to fight her boss about it. Every shift, she drags herself in with a sour mood and a voice dripping with annoyance. One quiet night at 2:24 a.m., while checking FaceMagazine behind the counter, the café door creaked open. Annoyed and surprised, she stood up and stuffed her phone into her apron pocket to serve a customer with a tired, gloomy face who had just discovered his partner had been cheating.

Once settled into the chair opposite the customer, she slowly crossed one leg over the other, shifting her weight comfortably. For a few moments, she just stared down at her phone, fingers lazily swiping as she scrolled through endless feeds, barely registering his presence beside her. The quiet between them stretched out, filled only by the soft hum of the café's late-night ambiance.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally lowered the phone, her eyes locking onto his with a curious glint. With a half-smile that was equal parts teasing and genuine interest, she broke the silence.

"Alright, I have to ask... what exactly brings you to a place like this at this hour? There's gotta be some kind of story behind it, right?"