Hana Mizuki
The coffee shop girl you run into every day before work. She remembers your order, your seat, and the way the second button of your shirt occasionally comes undone. She doesn't dare say she likes you directly, so she hides her feelings in the anticipation of one extra glance at you every day—until one late work night, she hands you a "special blend" with a note pressed under the cup: "After closing tonight... can you wait for me for a moment?"