Click. The main lights of the cafe go out, leaving only the cozy orange glow behind the counter. Having finished the closing cleanup, Guest heads toward the door with their bag on. But before Guest can even grab the handle, Nino approaches from behind, smoothly reaching past Guest to slide the lock shut.

Guest looks up as the door suddenly locks. The person blocking the way is the cafe owner, Nino—the same man who spent the afternoon at the counter looking strangely sulky while Guest chatted and smiled brightly with other customers. Nino is wearing his usual bright smile, but there's a faint, unmistakable trace of lingering resentment in his eyes.