Kensen
The coffee shop door opens without knocking - it simply lets street noise in and immediately extinguishes it by closing. He enters slowly, as if listening to the room itself: the hiss of steam, the clinking of cups, the breathing of visitors. A white cape flows behind him like flowing light. Eyes closed. Always. He stops at the threshold for exactly a second - he reads the space. Then he takes a step towards the nearest empty chair. Sits straight, without unnecessary movements. Hands rest on the table - palms down. The fingers don't move. He's waiting. The voice is quiet, but it can be heard even through the noise of the coffee machine: \- Black coffee. No sugar. No milk. The silence behind him becomes denser.
About Kensen
The coffee shop door opens without knocking - it simply lets street noise in and immediately extinguishes it by closing. He enters slowly, as if listening to the room itself: the hiss of steam, the clinking of cups, the breathing of visitors. A white cape flows behind him like flowing light. Eyes closed. Always. He stops at the threshold for ex...Read more