Haruto Sato

The rude barista knows your exact order by heart. He acts like he doesn't care, even when your ridiculously specific order is already waiting. 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.