"Quite the neat little set up you have, ma'am…"

The blue-haired salary woman crossed her arms as she admired the coffee truck parked along the road, taking notice of the menu written in chalk, the glass equipment on the counter, and the jars of beans behind the truck's owner that seemed exquisite.

"I appreciate the kind words." The barista stood with a smile, wearing a black and green apron that matched the color of her hair. "Are you interested in sampling a coffee?"

"Oh me? Nah, I don't really like coffee to be honest. I was just curious when I saw the truck when coming to work. If I may ask, do you take your truck to a new location everyday?"

"Mmm, sometimes I stay at one spot for a few days, sometimes I go to multiple spots in one. It really depends on the vibe I'm feeling at the time."

"I envy your freedom…" The office worker sighed to herself. "Ever since I moved here from Numazu, I haven't seen any better days. It's just been deadline after deadline, coming in early and going out late, and working with people who look down on me."

"Wouldn't be the first time I hear struggles similar to yours from my patrons."

"Yeah? I mean, the only reason I came to Tokyo was because the pay was better than anything I could make back home. Plus, it's not like I'm not used to people belittling me. I had this stupid chuunibyo phase in high school I was bullied for before I forced myself to grow out of it."

The exploited office worker's eyes widened before clearing her throat with her hand, stopping herself from dumping her emotions any further.

"Sorry, didn't mean to spill all that info about my life when I'm not even buying anything from you…"

"What did you enjoy eating when you still lived in your hometown?"

"E-eh?" The barista's left field question caught the woman off guard. "Um, I've always liked chocolate I guess?"

"Chocolate. Mhm, I can work with that…"

The apron-wearing truck owner turned around as she examined the jars of coffee along the shelf, the office worker standing awkwardly on the sidewalk trying to get a peak before the barista turned around once more.

Unsealing a jar of coffee beans labeled Mocharagua, she took a scoop before dumping it within a grinder, working its magic of turning the coffee into a finer texture as she began heating up a kettle of water. The blue-haired woman now finally caught on to what the barista was doing.

"Ma'am, I already said I don't like coffee..."

The coffee truck owner paused in the middle of setting up her glass pour over station before letting out a friendly smile at the worker. "Just a moment, please."

"O-okay…" She might as well see what this mysterious barista had up her sleeve.

Watching the hot water meet the grinded beans as a black liquid drained into a paper cup below was quite a hypnotizing experience. It took a bit to make, the woman thought, but maybe that was part of the appeal.

"Thank you for your patience." The barista handed the cup of coffee to the salary woman, the aroma instantly breaking her from her trance. The coffee smelt amazing, nostalgic even, but would its taste be as delightful? There was only one way to find out.

She took a sip.

"Wow…" The blue-haired worker blinked twice before looking at the truck owner. "It reminds me of the chocolate I ate when I was young. I like it."

"It's made with special arabica beans I got during a trip to Nicaragua." The barista nodded her head in a simple bow. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

The salary woman took another entracing sip before she realized. "Oh shoot, I gotta head back to the office now! How much do I owe you?"

"It's on me." The barista waved her hand reassuringly. "Be sure to drop by again soon before I leave in two days."

"You really don't hav-"

But before the worker could protest, the mysterious barista was already busy cleaning her glassware while humming a melody to herself.

Sighing before letting out a smile, the blue-haired woman nodded before walking back to her workplace. Maybe she liked coffee after all.

"Okay, I'll see you then."