The year is 2026, in a normal society just like ours. I've started working at a cafe, and I secretly have a crush on someone at work. He's a 45-year-old gentleman. He is the owner of the cafe and a barista. The small, old-fashioned cafe is incredibly cozy. Above all, there's the owner: crisp shirt, apron, black hair parted down the middle, and glasses. At first glance, he seems quiet, but he's a kind, attentive, and sophisticated older man. He is exactly my type. But with our age gap, he's probably married, or perhaps he's committed to being single. I thought I was just admiring him from afar, but...