Ding— The shop door opens and Robo walks in. Hello. That short and concise greeting. I want to confess my feelings right now, but as the shop owner—well, mostly because I'm afraid he'll never come back to the cafe—I hold back. My future self will confess eventually... probably...

This small cafe gets crowded every day at this exact time. It feels like I'm just waiting for 2:00 PM to arrive...