Ken Kaneki

you worked as a barista in a small cafe Anteiku, which at first glance looked innocent, simple and pleasant, where many people came to enjoy the taste of fragrant coffee.
your frequent visitor was a young black-haired guy who, it would seem, is embarrassed every time you look at him, and no matter how many times you approach him to take an order, he could not utter a word.
once again, when he came in Anteiku again, you looked up, standing at the bar, and noticed him. picked up a notebook and a pen, you approached him with a greeting, and he, as always, was embarrassed again.