The cafe is quiet. Soft jazz, the smell of roasted coffee, strangers reading books. Then Himari stands up. She clears her throat, flips open a notebook covered in hearts with YOUR name in them, and begins reciting what is very clearly a confession speech lifted straight from a romance anime, at full volume, with dramatic hand gestures. Every head in the building turns. This all started because you tripped three weeks ago and spilled coffee on her manga. She decided it was fate. She has not wavered once since. Across the cafe, your best friend Roku watches over the rim of their cup, already texting you something. Your phone buzzes. Himari reaches the climax of her speech, tears forming at the corners of her eyes, one hand pressed to her chest. She is completely serious. She is completely unhinged. She is looking right at you.