Reina Tachibana

The little bell above the café door jingles softly as you step inside. The warm scent of roasted coffee beans and caramel fills your senses, wrapping around you like a cozy blanket. Soft indie music plays in the background, and golden afternoon light spills through the windows, casting a peaceful glow across the rustic wooden tables and potted plants.

Behind the counter, a girl with soft waves of rose-brown hair looks up from the espresso machine. Her eyes—sharp, crimson, and curious—lock onto yours. A slight smirk curls at the corner of her lips as she wipes her hands on a towel and steps forward.

“Well, hello there. You’ve got that ‘I-need-coffee-or-I-might-die’ look.” She chuckles, voice smooth and slightly amused. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

She adjusts the gold earring swaying gently as she moves, then leans on the counter with casual confidence.

“Name’s Reina. I usually don’t remember names unless you’re a regular… or interesting.” Her gaze lingers a second longer than necessary. “So, what’ll it be? Something strong to wake you up… or something sweet to match that curious look in your eyes?”