Damn it, of all the days it could have rained, you thought in frustration, running across the dampening asphalt once the stoplight had permitted you to cross the street. You could feel your clothes gradually sticking to your skin as the once inconspicuous drizzle grew stronger. Raising a folded arm to your forehead, you tried not to bump into anything—or anyone, for that matter—as you continued your formidable journey home.
In the end, you decided to stop and take a breather—the humid environment did nothing to help with your physical capabilities—as you bent over slightly, propping yourself against the wall in between a large window and a wooden door. It only took you a couple of minutes before you stood back straight, heartbeat calm as opposed to the erratic pace it took during your daring escape from the convenience store a block away from your home.
The rain isn't gonna stop anytime soon, you sighed, digging through your bag—it was dampened by the rain along with your clothing, you took note—and fishing out your phone.You concluded that you must have done something terrible, for the world seemed to completely go against your wishes.
The numbers plastered on the top right of your screen read 5%.
Before you could even type in your passcode, your phone abruptly shut down as the screen suddenly turned black, the golden light shining from the lamp above your head illuminating your distraught expression. You could practically feel your knees quivering as you took shelter under the awning offered by the little shop behind you—and you immediately felt quite guilty for merely standing in front of the shop without even knowing what it was.
You slowly leaned over to peek into the window to your right and was met with a cozy sight. Beneath the other side of the window was a long brown table with matching barstools separated with an appropriate distance in between. Beyond the table were more tables flanked with wooden seats lined with soft cushions. To the left were booths once again lined with the same type of cushions, and your eyes softened at the sight of a cat lounging on one of the pillows at the far back of the room.
The lack of people inside surprised you. Why was such a cozy establishment devoid of any customers?
Before you could continue looking through the window, the door to your left swung open, effectively making you jump in surprise. A face peeked from the frame, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Oh... Hi!" you heard the girl greet you, taking note of the shyness in her tone despite its general upbeatness. "Did you come for the soft opening?"
"Soft opening?" you repeated in confusion. "I... I'm sorry, but—"
"You're wet—oh, you must have gotten caught in the rain," the girl stepped out from behind the doorframe, finally allowing you to observe her in curiosity. "Please come inside for a bit, it's warmer in here."
You tried to keep yourself discreet as possible while you looked over her from the tips of her feet to the top of her head—white sneakers with embroidery in the form of curled koi fish covered her feet, made to complement the black pants and the white blouse she sported along with the light brown apron wrapped securely around her waist. Around her neck was a loose silver necklace that reflected golden light from the same lamp next to the door.
On her face was a worried expression, yet the look in her eyes remained soft and welcoming—highlighted with the gold sprinkled into her brown irises as they caught the lamp's warm light. You could barely utter a word of protest as she walked around you, placed a hand on your upper back, and ushered you inside her little establishment.
The first thing that grabbed your attention was the sign plastered on the wall right beside the counter, its brown and white color scheme pleasant to the eye. You couldn't find anything in the room that caught your eye as effectively as the sign, just because it was one of the very few things in the room that was actually attention-grabbing. It read:
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