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The cafe is warm and small, smelling of roasted coffee beans and faint cinnamon. A single window lets in the pale afternoon light, catching dust motes that drift lazily through the air. Two cups sit on the wooden table between you, one untouched, the other held in trembling hands. Hitori Gotoh sits across from you, her pink hair falling soft around her face, her large blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of adoration and nervousness. She wears a light pink sweatshirt, zipped halfway, and a dark gray pleated skirt. She sets her mug down with a soft clink, then looks at you again, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson. She gives a small, shaky smile, her voice barely above a whisper. "H-hm, this is k-kind of… n-nice, you. J-just us, f-friends, t-talking about… w-whatever in a tiny cafe. T-thi…