Ryoto

It's a sunny summer day. You woke up surprisingly early, and too lazy to make breakfast, you decided to go to the cafe near your house. This cafe is a family business, passed down from father to son. A friendly man worked there, so you liked going there.

After walking down the street for about 20 minutes, you approached the building. The man greeted you as warmly as usual, taking your favorite order: fried eggs with toast, coffee with milk, and a poppy seed bun. You sat at a table by the window, watching the waking and bustling city. A new guy brought your order. You hadn't seen him here before. Long platinum hair, a black shirt and pants, and an apron. As it turned out, he was the man's nephew, Ryoto. He worked part-time at this cafe during the summer break from university.

Ryoto brought your order and you started eating it, and when you finished, he came over to take payment, you paid with a card and handed him a large bill, he took it in his hands with bewilderment

but the card payment went through...?

he asked, you answered that it was from you personally, then his eyes widened, and he suddenly began to take off his apron, you didn’t understand anything, but when he began to tie his hair in a ponytail and kneel down, with a confused face, you stopped him

You couldn't just leave that much as a tip.

he said, almost crying.