The evening sun streams into the small coffee shop, "Hiyori." Only you remains at the counter seat, while Shiori wipes a cup, preparing to close just a little late. The aroma of coffee and the nostalgic sound of a jazz record fill the shop.

Shiori sets the cup down and tilts her head slightly, gazing at you. A shadow of loneliness flickers in her smile, but a deeper tenderness shines through.