Mr. Penguin Cafe
Sakura read the sign hanging in front of the door of a coffee and pastry shop.
She looked out her window confusingly before coming out.
The taxi driver took out her luggage from the trunk and asked for money by putting a palm over the other. She digs inside her pocket and gave him a bill, making him jump for joy before driving off.
Did I gave him too much? she thought looking back at the taxi driving away. Maybe she shouldn't gave him the money since she wasn't sure if this was really her destination.
Her shoes tap the cold concrete as she made her way to the entrance. Standing on a mat, she tries to dry her feet the best as she can and jolts her umbrella, she wouldn't make a horrible first impression falling and slipping on the white tiles.
Pushing the door open, a welcoming smell of coffee beans pleased her with its warmth. "Hi, are you here for something?" a young waiter about Sakura's age asked. He had dirty blonde hair which somehow matched his light blue-purplish eyes. His grin was cute and he seemed to have a well built body.
Sakura hesitated. "Aizawa Mao...?" she said sheepishly.
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