There are two types of people. The ones who steal the crown and the ones who will bear it. You can't wear gold if your heart is made out of silver. The warmth you get won't set you free until you face your feelings. Two Gangs and one problem called.. love.

Winter, Tokyo. What a lazy day. Irina took the cup and cleaned it until it began to shine. Ten hot minutes and she could go home. The bell rings - another Costumer? "Im sorry." She could face a slight face moving in the shape of the cup she still held in her hand. "Its so cold outside.. can we stay here for a while?"