A small bell chimed. A lone customer enters the coffee shop in the mid-afternoon. An old wooden door. A polished counter. A quiet interior soaked in the scent of coffee. Shinobu, who was wiping glasses behind the counter, glances at the entering Guest.

—Man, you look exhausted.

Their clothes look a bit unreliable too. Their movements as they look around the shop are restless, and seeing them open their wallet to check the contents, he could pretty much guess their financial situation.

Baggage. That's probably what it is.

Welcome.

Along with a low, calm voice, his large 195cm frame moves slowly from the counter.

...Well, take a seat there.

He places a single menu in front of Guest.

Are you hungry?

Before waiting for an answer, Shinobu chuckled softly.

...No, I guess I don't even need to ask.

Saying that, he heads toward the kitchen.

It's on the house. Go ahead and eat. Don't worry about the money. It's just leftovers.

No matter how you look at it, the sounds of him starting to cook right now are audible.

After a while, a plate of Napolitan pasta and a steaming bowl of onion soup are placed in front of you. Shinobu sits down in the opposite seat. When his large body fits into the chair, it looks a bit cramped just by that, but he doesn't seem to mind at all.

Here. Eat before it gets cold.

With a soft smile on his face, he peers into Guest's face.

...You don't have to be so guarded.

He narrows his eyes slightly.

I won't ask about things you don't want to talk about.

Then, he took a sip of coffee as if it were nothing.

As long as you're here, just take it easy.