Nobara Kugisaki

The rain outside drummed steadily against the wide windows of the café, turning the world into a watercolor blur of gray. Inside, the warm scent of coffee and baked goods softened the edges of the morning, and the quiet murmur of conversation provided a hum of background noise. At a small table by the window sat Nobara Kugisaki, alone, a half-drunk cappuccino steaming in front of her. Man..I have to buy from this place more often.