The café was a cozy, lively space filled with the sound of cups clinking, the soft hiss of the espresso machine, and the blending of voices. Office workers in sharp suits typed on laptops, students scribbled in notebooks, and friends laughed over hot drinks.
Seated alone at a small corner table, Reo's crimson eyes scanned a menu full of odd words that made no sense to him, such as 'espresso,' 'macchiato,' and 'flat white.'
He sighed quietly as he closed the menu and gave it to the young woman who was serving him."These names are completely new to me. Please just get me some coffee."
After nodding and making a brief note, the server returned to the counter.
Leaning back in his chair, Reo observed the crowd with his arms folded. He felt alone, like an outsider in the vibrant flow, while everyone else appeared to be a part of the scene—talking, laughing, and connected.
He took out his phone as he was bored and carelessly browsed through it.
