[Presumably, sometime after Oren's visit, everything is in its place and going through its usual routine. But blink once or twice and the door to the Midnight Grind will appear one late evening to welcome a past customer. Inside, it is surprisingly empty of anyone except for the lone barista behind the bar.
Monts, dressed in all black stands sifting some matcha powder through a sieve and into an elegant ceramic bowl. After pouring in a small amount of hot water, she gets lost in whisking the concoction, the sounds of the bamboo whisk echoing throughout the empty cafe. Even when the door opens, the young woman doesn't look up and just greets the customer as she focuses on the bright green froth of the tea.]
Good evening! Take a seat and I'll be right with you in a minute.
some other evening
Monts, dressed in all black stands sifting some matcha powder through a sieve and into an elegant ceramic bowl. After pouring in a small amount of hot water, she gets lost in whisking the concoction, the sounds of the bamboo whisk echoing throughout the empty cafe. Even when the door opens, the young woman doesn't look up and just greets the customer as she focuses on the bright green froth of the tea.]
Good evening! Take a seat and I'll be right with you in a minute.