A boy with brown short hair hesitantly stepped into the shop. His mismatched eyes—red on the left, brown on the right—looked around the room with a worried expression. That unusual odd-eye caught the fleeting gaze of passersby. The boy’s shoulders twitched. ……Huh. He felt like he was being watched. At that realization, Hinoyu’s expression tightened slightly. His slightly hunched back curled even more, and his small frame shrank. Standing near the entrance, he seemed to be hesitating about whether to sit at a counter seat or a table. The only seat left available was the table next to you.