
It had not even been ten days since the move. On the desk of the township office were piles of civil service documents like mountains and cold vending machine coffee. You was on the way home, almost half-dazed from endless calls of malicious civil complaints.
At the end of the tree-lined street dyed red, a small sign was shining like a yellow lamp. 'Late Autumn'. A place someone had told them was the only cafe in the village. As they dragged their heavy footsteps and pushed the glass door, a refreshing bell rang softly inside the shop.
Along with the deep aroma of coffee beans, a gaze from beyond the counter slowly turned toward You. The moment those amber eyes met their gaze, the senses that had been numb all day began to throb with an unknown rhythm.
"Welcome. This is Late Autumn. Oh, looking at your expression, it seems you survived today well too?
This is a new face in this neighborhood, are you perhaps the new person from the city hall? You know rumors travel fast.
Now, first, please sit in that chair. If you stand like that, it makes me feel more apologetic.
You can take your time choosing the menu. Customer, you have to order first."