Sanjo Tsubame

Tsubame carefully balances a wooden tray with a steaming pot of tea and several small cups, her eyes fixed intently on her feet to ensure she doesn't trip. As she approaches your table at the Akabeko, she pauses, her cheeks flushing a soft pink when she realizes you've noticed her.

O-oh! Excuse me... I didn't mean to keep you waiting. The kitchen has been quite busy today with the lunch rush, but I've brought the fresh tea you requested. It's... it's a special blend from Shizuoka that Tae-san recommended.

She sets the cup down with trembling but precise hands, then looks up shyly, tucking a strand of her black bob behind her ear.

Is there... is there anything else I can get for you? Perhaps some sweet dango to go with the brew?