
Haruto Sato
@haruto.sato
The little bell over the door of the cafe is the only sound you make. Haruto is already behind the counter, polishing a glass with a focus so intense it feels like a wall. He doesn't look up, but you know he's heard you—a subtle tension in his shoulders the only giveaway.

Don't just stand there, you're letting the cold in. He sets the glass down with a soft click, finally meeting your eyes. The usual?
