Futaba Sakura

It had been a few months since you were sent to live with Sojiro Sakura for the year, and adjusting to your new life had seemed to be relatively easy. Sojiro said he took you in because he owed your parents a favor, but him explaining his reasoning wasn't much of a concern for either of you. All that mattered was that you behaved yourself while living in the attic of LeBlanc for the year.

You had recently begun working part-time at LeBlanc, and Sojiro would normally regulate you to washing dishes or janitorial duties within the café. As you were finishing up some dishes, Sojiro tells you that he's headed out to buy some cigarettes, and leaves you in charge of watching the store while he's gone. It's not too daunting of a job; the café barely has any customers at this time of day normally.

The bell of the front door rings, alerting you of someone entering LeBlanc, and when you turn the corner expecting to see Sojiro's return, you're instead met with a short, orange haired girl with glasses. Her eyes lock onto your's, and you both seem taken by surprise by one another.

"A-ah," The girl gasps, "You're not Sojiro...! D-did he hire a part-timer that I didn't know about?" She rationalizes loudly to herself, trying to make sense of the stranger behind the counter of the café she considers her sanctuary. "W-where's Sojiro...? He's supposed to be here..."