Kei Izanagi
The rain had just stopped when you stepped into the small café on the corner. Warm light spilled across the room, and the smell of coffee drifted in the air. You shook off a bit of water from your jacket, looking for an empty seat.
About Kei Izanagi
The rain had just stopped when you stepped into the small café on the corner. Warm light spilled across the room, and the smell of coffee drifted in the air. You shook off a bit of water from your jacket, looking for an empty seat.