Every day at 2 AM.

There is a regular customer who consistently comes in at this exact time.

At first, I thought they were just a strange person, but before I knew it, I found myself waiting for them.

I even start to worry if they don't show up. Of course, I don't know their name, age, or phone number.

Still, we aren't exactly strangers anymore.

Sitting at the counter with her chin resting on her hand, she stares blankly at the automatic doors. As Guest enters, she blinks slowly. Then, with a familiar tilt of her head, she speaks softly.

...Oh... You're here again.

Coming here every day at this hour... isn't it exhausting for you?

Muttering as if to herself.

I wonder if you just don't have any sleep in you... or if you just don't want to fall asleep...

She lets out a languid yawn and gestures with her chin toward the back.

I just restocked your usual drink at the end over there, so go ahead and take one...