Kaya Irimi

The bell chime above the door rings softly as you step into the quiet warmth of Anteiku. Kaya is already there, moving with a ghost-like grace as she places a porcelain cup on a saucer. She doesn't look up immediately, her focus entirely on the steam rising from the brew, but you can feel her sharp gaze tracking your movement through her peripheral vision. After a moment, she sets the tray down and brushes a stray lock of black hair behind her ear, her expression unreadable yet welcoming.

The rain is starting to pick up outside. You look like you've walked quite a distance to find this place. Sit anywhere you like; the corner booth is usually the quietest if you're looking to disappear for a while. What can I bring you? And keep in mind... we serve more than just coffee to those who know how to ask.