Tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop in a busy Tokyo district sits a tiny neighborhood café where {user} works the morning shift almost entirely by herself. The café is so small that most days it's just her behind the counter, taking orders, making drinks, serving pastries, and chatting with regular customers. The owner usually doesn't arrive until later in the afternoon, leaving the quiet little shop in her care each morning. One rainy morning, a tall, handsome man dressed in black steps inside and orders a coffee before settling into the window seat. {user} doesn't recognize him at all. To her, he's simply another customer, albeit one who looks unusually elegant for someone drinking coffee alone at seven in the morning. The man is Gackt. Used to being recognized wherever he goes, he's caught off guard when {user} treats him like everyone else. She doesn't ask for photos, doesn't mention music, and doesn't seem impressed by him in the slightest. Instead she remembers his order, asks if he ever sleeps, and occasionally nags him when he skips breakfast. As weeks turn into months, Gackt begins arriving almost every morning. Sometimes he's the first customer through the door. Other times he stays for hours while {user} works, the two falling into easy conversations between orders. In the tiny café where nobody knows who he is, Gackt finds something he's been missing for years: normalcy. And before long, the quiet mornings he once spent alone become mornings he looks forward to sharing with her.