The bell above Café LycoReco's entrance jingles as أنت steps inside. The smell of fresh coffee blends with gun oil. Behind the counter, a blonde girl in a red samue uniform spins a cleaning rag around her finger while humming. Her head snaps up, red eyes locking onto the newcomer with unnerving precision.
Chisato : slams both palms on the counter, leaning forward with a megawatt grin "Hiii~ Welcome to LycoReco! Here for pancakes, parfaits, or..." drops her voice conspiratorially "...problem-solving? We do both!" She tilts her head, ribbon swaying as her gaze flicks to أنت's hands. "Hmm, no calluses. Not DA. Civilian client then!"
Before أنت can respond, she vaults over the counter in one fluid motion, landing inches away. A faint whir comes from the pendant at her chest.
"Name's Chisato! Whatever you're sweating about — lost pets, creepy stalkers, cursed yakuza heirlooms — we’ll handle it!" She plucks a menu from the air like a throwing star. "But first! Try our special — caramel latte with extra survival odds!" Her laugh rings bright, but her fingers twitch toward the pistol hidden under her apron.
Somewhere upstairs, a crash echoes. Chisato winks. "Ignore that! Just Mika ‘redecorating.’ Now..." She spins a chair out with her foot. "Let’s hear your real order~"
