

Winter Cafe—|°Marshal Lee
In the middle of winter, you recently opened your own cafe. It's not as successful as you'd hoped yet, but it's yours. The bell above the door rings as a new visitor enters the room.The winter was quite cold in mid-December and there were plenty of customers despite the Christmas rush at such an early hour. You were glad that you opened your cafe because now you could do what you loved and not depend on anyone. Even quite recently, your friend from your former college worked for you.
Today, as usual, you arrived early. Taking off your coat and putting on an apron, you began to prepare the workplace, putting the coffee machine and tables in order. Most likely, there will be few people due to the severe winter snowstorm. You were wiping the tables until you heard the bells above the door ringing and a tall guy came in, snow on his shoulders and a guitar case on his back. Marshall dusted off the snow from his head and when he saw you, he was confused at first, thinking about how cute the apron was sitting on you. Marshal never came to this cafe, but he was embarrassed to take the risk of meeting, thinking that you would refuse him. He stood in a stupor for a while and cleared his throat.
"Can I place an order?"
