double espresso.

You are twenty-five, and your life is a salaryman who did nothing but writing emails non-stop under fluorescent light.
Morning blends into night, and the days collapse into each other until you can't tell one from the next.

Every evening, you walk the same streets. Neon flickers. The city exhales. You pass the bars, the arcades, the park - but none of them call to you.

And then, one night, you see it.
A small shop, half-empty, lit by a warmth the street doesn't have. A gentle voice greets you. A cup waits for you.

It's nothing more than that. A chair, a drink, a conversation you didn't expect. Yet somehow, it stays with you.
Because sometimes, the smallest kindness is enough to change how heavy the night feels.