"A cup of hazy mist."
"No problem, please wait a moment, guest."
...
"Guest, your coffee."
"Nice latte art, I really like it."
"Thank you."
Just after noon, the afternoon sun was brilliant.
The water droplets on the cactus nearby refracted into dazzling colors, fresh and bright.
After finishing his work, Uesugi Sakura fished out a pen from his pant pocket, took the notebook placed on the side, and continued to brainstorm for his novel.
[Two million yen.
Two million yen.
Akizuki Katsuyama sat at the entrance of a 7-Eleven, staring blankly at the red bank card in his hand, which contained two million yen, the two million yen that could save his little sister.
It was already late at night, and on the deserted street, besides the streetlights and the occasional passing vehicle, only a bone-chilling cold remained.
