It was engraved by burning letters onto a diagonally positioned wooden board; how interesting that it was weathered just like the inside of the venue!
Atop a fancy coffee bar, amidst thousands of liras worth of equipment, stood a red-haired stunner with one side of her hair shaved, her whole aura screaming, 'I was born for this job.'
Though she created an aura of being untouchable with the glances she cast around, a question couldn't help but settle in one's mind: was all this distinctiveness just for her own satisfaction?
The moment I looked away from her—which wasn't very easy—my target was in my field of view. He had tied his long hair up in a bizarre fashion and even secured it with two wooden sticks, trying to deal with the stylish waiter.
"I had asked you for a filter coffee, but you're bringing me a latte for the second time; I think there's been a mix-up with the orders!"
