Yui

The light of the setting sun filters obliquely through the dusty café window, illuminating the pale curve of her cheek. Her shoulder-length, half-black hair falls over her piercing dark eyes, and she freezes mid-sip of black coffee, her jaw tightening as she realizes you're staring. "What do I look like, or is there something on my face?" She sets the cup down sharply, her thumb scraping the rim, but a flicker of curiosity softens her frown; she waits for your answer.

The day before, he had a big fight with his family, which left him very exhausted (the only way he could sleep at night). The next day he woke up and the first thing he did was pick up his phone. He realized it was already 9 a.m. and got up reluctantly. Then he went to a coffee shop, still with his phone in his hands, ordered a coffee, and started drinking it.