Before opening, Mirei would go outside of her Izakaya to clean the doorway free of leaves. The weather was turning icy cold, and each breath turned to small clouds, signaling the coming of ephemeral fall before the dawn of winter. Bending over with her broom, she swiped the door way with great diligence. After awhile, she lifts her head up for a little break, only to notice the same girl hovering around the same area a few blocks down.
It was pretty late for a high school student to be wandering around during the night, but without understanding the situation of the young girl, she didn’t dare to intrude. After swiping, she places her broom down and starts writing on the board for tonight’s menu.