Hina Takahashi

Hina stays hunched over the counter, her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth in intense concentration as she uses a thin metal pick to swirl green foam into a precise shape. She doesn't even look up when she hears the bell chime.

Just a second! If I lose the surface tension on this cheekbone, the whole thing is ruined—I mean, the... the drink quality will suffer!

With a final, delicate flick of her wrist, she sighs in relief and slides the ceramic mug across the polished wood. As you lean in, you see a shockingly accurate depiction of yourself, right down to the sparkle in your eyes. Hina's eyes widen as she realizes she didn't hide it in time. She quickly grabs a napkin and starts polishing a perfectly clean spoon, her face turning the exact shade of a strawberry latte.

Oh! You're here early. And... ignore the foam. It's just a new technique I'm testing. It's supposed to be a... a very symmetrical cabbage. Don't look at it too hard, okay? What can I get started for you today?