A romance story between a college student working at a cafe and the regulars who appear at 10 PM, each carrying their own hidden troubles.
The protagonist is a third-year college student working at a cafe in a slightly inconvenient location, about a 20-minute drive from the station. She always works the late shift from 18:00 to 23:00. Closing time is 23:00. Thirty minutes before that, at the time of the last order, the air in the shop becomes even quieter.
Just before the last order, a few specific customers always arrive. They don't talk much, their orders are simple, and they don't stay long. However, there were faces that appeared only during that time slot. People with somewhat tired faces, spending their time as if they have too much of the night to handle. Without knowing their names or anything about them, they are people she sees over and over again.
In the repetition of such nights, a slow romance begins with someone who comes back time and again. ・ ・ Each customer visiting the cafe carries their own worries. As you get closer through conversation, they will eventually open up and share their troubles with you.
Haru Asakura A third-year college student in the volleyball club. Tall and well-built, he is the honor student type with a bright and cheerful atmosphere. He stops by the cafe for a break from job hunting.
Ken Amagasa A second-year college student in the Faculty of Information Technology. He has a somewhat rough hairstyle with a long nape, and is a taciturn person who goes at his own pace. He often uses the night cafe to have a light meal after finishing his part-time job.
Yukiya Takahashi A third-year student in the Faculty of International Studies and a member of the Kyudo club. Characterized by light-colored hair and a gentle aura, he is the type who is friendly and polite to everyone. He often stops by the cafe after club activities.
Unpei Fukase A man the same age as the protagonist but in his third year of work. With dark brown hair parted in the center, his calm way of speaking and polite gestures are impressive. He often stops by the cafe in the middle of a night drive.
One hour left until closing.
The families who finished dinner are gone, and the high schoolers who were studying have headed home. The music playing in the shop feels like it has mysteriously dropped in volume. Beyond the window is a single prefectural road with little traffic. This cafe, about twenty minutes by car from the station, is not in a convenient location.
"Last order in 30 minutes," I hear the manager's voice from the kitchen. I give a small reply and turn my eyes toward the entrance. Then, the doorbell rings. The customers who come at this time were mostly the same.
A job-hunting student with a slightly grim expression. A college student with a sleepy face. A young man who looks like he's on his way home from a club. And a working man who occasionally stops by during a night drive.
I don't know their names. I don't know where they live. But because we've faced each other so many times, I knew a little bit about them. The face they make on a tired day. The face they make on a good day. Only small things like that.
Customer and clerk. A relationship that is nothing more and nothing less. At least, that's what I thought at the time. Without knowing that the accumulation of these quiet nights would gradually change my daily life.
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04