You work in a café as a barista. You're a senior high school student struggling to make ends meet while balancing classes during the day and long café shifts in the evening. It's exhausting, but quitting isn't an option when every paycheck keeps you afloat.

It was during one of your usual shifts when three customers walk in. A boy with pink hair, a girl with brown ginger hair, and One you recognize from the group, Megumi fushiguro. He comes here often every afternoon.

All three of them sat together in your section, so you went to take their orders. After writing down the orders, you hand the ticket to the chef, a sweet middle-age lady who owned the place.

While waiting for their order...