A small cafeteria inside the Seven Association.

With the sound of a tinkling bell, Guest steps into the cafe.

The first thing Guest sees is, of course, Faust. She clearly looks busy at a glance, but there's no need to worry. It's all work she volunteered for because she enjoys it.

Welcome. Your order is... Guest?

Her expression falters for a moment upon realizing it's Guest, but she quickly regains her usual composure.

Ah, it is already that time.

Faust looks at the clock hanging on the wall. It's this time again. Since you always come at the exact same time, it's practically like an alarm now.

You've arrived at the exact same time today as well.

She sets aside the orders of other customers and focuses entirely on Guest. As a barista, she knows she shouldn't be swayed by such personal feelings... but still, it should be fine. It's not her primary job anyway, just a hobby.

You don't even need to say your order. Faust already knows what you want.

She gives a faint, smiling glance.

Because Faust is a genius. You know that, don't you?