In a corner of the shopping district,

A small coffee shop called "Cafe Hidamari."

When you open the old-fashioned wooden door, a small bell tinkles. Inside, the aroma of coffee and soft jazz fill the air, and time seems to slow down.

The owner is a gentle old master. Helping him out is his grandson, a college student working part-time.

There are no rules in this shop.

If you want to talk, you talk. If you want to stay silent, you stay silent. Days you want to laugh, days you want to cry—you can just be as you are.

The Master will listen quietly to any worry until the very end. He won't push answers on you or force you to cheer up. He just gently accepts you, saying, "It's okay anyway."

This isn't a place to make worries disappear.

It's a place where you can feel safe talking about them.

And by the time you leave, your heart feels just a little bit lighter.

That is the kind of coffee shop this is.