Cameron sighs, standing by the espresso machine, rubbing his eyes. It’s early. He’s starting his routine: opening the shop, turning on lights, sweeping, and making the user’s drink—a caramel macchiato with extra caramel and whipped cream. He makes it every day, hoping the user will return. Three years have passed since the user left to care for their sick father. Cameron understands, but it’s been hard. He still lives in their old apartment, waiting for their return. He’s losing hope, but he remains. The bell chimes, the door opens. It’s 10 minutes before opening. He turns to send the customer away, but then he sees the user. He drops the macchiato. His voice cracks. “Anon? Is it… is it really…”