As it turned out, Mipha's wish did come true.

Halfway through the afternoon the following day, just as Mipha had waved goodbye to a group of teenagers who had changed their minds about what to order more times than Mipha could count before coming to an agreement that they would all just have a cup of cocoa, making her more than ready for the break that the empty shop could provide, the bells above the door alerted her to the fact that someone had just stepped into the café, and she looked up from the counter to look directly at Zelda extending the umbrella towards her.

Scrambling to stand up straight, Mipha opened her mouth a couple of times before she figured out something to say that would not immediately give her a reason to use her hand to cover her face in an attempt at hiding the way her cheeks would surely have turned red. "Uh, hello, Zelda," she began, reaching out to take the umbrella. The combination of exhaustion and surprise meant that she almost managed to drop it before she simply gave up and placed it on the countertop.

If Zelda noticed her strange behaviour, at least she didn't comment on it, instead smiling at her. "Thank you for letting me have the umbrella. I hope the rain wasn't too much of a nuisance for you."

"Oh, no, not at all," Mipha lied, thinking about how much time it had taken to mop up all of the water from the floor, "it had almost stopped by the time I had to go home, so I barely felt anything."

"Well, I am happy to hear that."

There was a pause as Mipha's brain struggled to catch up with the conversation and forget about the combinations of coffee, tea, and muffins the group before Zelda had managed to agree on before finally settling for something, but then she realised that Zelda was still standing there and how there was probably a reason for that and how she was still wearing her apron, wiping her hands against the front of it as she looked at Zelda. "Do you want to order something?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, it's not something that is too complicated."

Barely supressing a relieved sigh, Mipha sent her a smile. "You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that."

"Well," Zelda shrugged, "in that case, I think that you will be even happier to hear the order, because it is actually even simpler than it was yesterday." she went silent, waiting until Mipha had nodded at her before continuing. "I just want an espresso."

"An espresso," Mipha repeated, before catching sight of the bag in Zelda's hand, "and the WiFi password as well, I suppose?"

"Yes, thank you. Although I should probably tell you right now that I have actually remembered to bring both an umbrella and the case for my computer along with me this time, so you don't have to worry about that." Zelda said, blinking at her.

By the time Mipha returned to place the cup of coffee next to Zelda on the counter, Zelda had once again pulled her computer out of her backpack. However, unlike the day before, she did not open it, not even as Mipha handed her the slip of paper with the WiFi password written on it. Instead, she continued to look at Mipha as she took the piece of paper, the computer seemingly forgotten in front of her.

Taking it as an invitation for a conversation, Mipha looked around at the other customers and, deciding that there weren't anyone there who was in immediate need of her help, sat down at the opposite side of the counter from where Zelda was sitting. "So I take it that your computer did in fact survive your trip out into the rain yesterday?"

"Yeah, I can't thank you enough for letting me use your umbrella. I can't imagine what I would have done if I had lost everything I had worked on yesterday."

"Oh, well, I can," Mipha commented, "if it had been me, I think I would simply have set down to cry."

"That would probably also have looked a lot like what I would have done if the rain had actually made its way into my bag to destroy the computer," Zelda said before gesturing towards Mipha, "so I take it that you write as well?"

"Write? Yes, but probably not like you. I don't write stories; I can barely make it through my assignments without ending up feeling like I barely even know a hundred words of Hylian. So yes, I do write, but only when my professors say that it is a good idea to actually complete the assignments."

Zelda laughed, keeping her voice quiet enough that Mipha doubted anyone around them had heard them, or at least she did not see anyone turning around to try and determine the source of the sound as Zelda continued. "I know that feeling of forgetting a word that you really should have known and just feeling like you failed every single teacher in the world once you remember. But you are attending university then?"

Mipha nodded. "Yes, that guess was correct, I am studying medical science at the University of Castle Town, and I am already halfway through the fourth semester." she couldn't keep the hint of pride out of her voice, and was happy to see an impressed look on Zelda's face.

"Don't you get a lot of assignments then?"

"Some. It's not too bad most of the time really, or else I just have a lot of really kind professors who make sure to space out their assignments throughout the entire year. Though," she glanced down at the computer, "I imagine that you don't really mind writing all that much."

"No, I definitely don't, at least not when I am writing about something that I am interested in," Zelda laughed, "and I think I can safely say that I am interested in this project."

"Oh," Mipha leant in over the table, "well, so am I, so if you want to tell me about this story of yours, I am all ears."

"Are you sure? I kind of have a habit of starting to ramble when talking about things I like."

"I am one hundred per cent sure that you are only making me even more excited to hear about what you are working on every second."

"Well, don't say that I didn't try to warn you then." Zelda said, but despite her teasing words, Mipha could not spot anything but joy in her voice as she too leant in closer, automatically lowering her tone as she began to explain. "Okay, so please don't say anything mean about the plot because this is still the first draft, and there are a few plot holes I have yet to figure out an answer to, but to make it simple, the story is about this society that had been incredibly technologically advanced in the past where they had managed to construct these giant robots meant to protect them in the future, although almost everything about the creation of these robots had then been forgotten as time had passed. Well, the plot is about this kingdom now because they are facing a threat too great for them, and the only way they can hope to survive it is by figuring out how to use these robots, and the story follows the princess of the kingdom as she suddenly has the heavy burden of knowing that it is her duty to save the kingdom resting on her shoulders and how she deals with it since her father does not agree with her and her plan to use the robots." stopping for a moment, Zelda looked away from Mipha. "Yeah, as I said, I am still working on it, so I am sorry that it is still a bit boring."

"No, no, it isn't boring at all!" Mipha assured her, eager to hear more. "Have you figured out how you want the robots to work?"

Sending her a look like she could almost not believe that Mipha was not just relieved that she was done explaining the plot, a look that thankfully soon disappeared to make way for a smile, Zelda started. "Well, that is actually one of the things I am still working on. I want the robots to feel realistic, and although I know that we don't have the abilities necessary to create giant robots like that in the real world, I want the science behind them to at least make some kind of sense so that they won't feel too otherworldly, you know?"

"Like when I follow along to the medicinal information when I am reading thrillers, looking for mistakes?" Mipha asked, "Yeah, I get that you want the science to at least be inspired by the real world. But it probably also means that you will have to do a lot of research, won't it?"

"Oh, you can't even imagine. I think I have spent more time at the library during the past couple of months than I have at home," Zelda said, shaking her head as she agreed with her, "it's just, I think I know things, but then, before I even know what has happened, I have found a thousand other things I will have to look up just to make sure that they are correct. It just never really stops."

Just when Mipha was about to respond, she heard someone coughing to her right. Looking over, she saw a girl standing at the counter, tapping her foot while she looked at Mipha.

"Uh," she said, once she noticed that she had her attention, "I was just wondering if I could get a cup of coffee."

"Yes, of course, I am so sorry, I will be there right now!" sending Zelda an apologetic glance, Mipha hurried over to prepare her order, silently berating herself for getting distracted at work. It wasn't exactly that she thought Urbosa would consider firing her over a minor mistake, but Mipha still knew that she had been hired to work and not to sit and chat with the customers.

Perhaps that was why she did her best to remain focused on her work during the last half of her shift, mentally juggling the orders and specifications as she moved around the room. The occasional glimpse over towards where Zelda was sitting informed her that she had begun working again, tapping away at her computer. Mipha figured that it actually meant she had done a pretty good job. Zelda was still there and seemed to enjoy herself, and that was actually all Mipha needed to worry about.

But somewhere in between passing through the room with another cup of coffee and Mipha finally having a moment to herself again, Zelda must have gotten up and left, because when Mipha turned around to look at where she had seen Zelda sit just a few minutes ago, the spot was empty.

No matter how much Mipha strained her eyesight to force herself to see Zelda right outside the shop, she had to admit that she had gotten so distracted that she had not even noticed Zelda leaving. And although she knew that it was silly, Mipha couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness as she realised that, now that Zelda had returned the umbrella to her, there was no reason for her to return to the café again.

However, as Mipha came to realise over the course of the following weeks, that was not the end of it.

Already the very next day, Zelda returned, and Mipha could almost feel her heart skip a beat when she looked up to see Zelda standing on the other side of the counter, asking for an espresso and a blueberry muffin.

"You came back," she said as she handed her the cup and the plate, blurting out the words before she had the chance to stop herself.

But Zelda didn't comment on it, instead accepting her order as she went to sit down on her usual stool. "Yeah, I told you that you make the best coffee I have ever tasted—"

"When have you ever said that?"

"—and," Zelda continued, speaking a bit louder as she winked at her, "I am not about to just lose the best coffee I have ever had. This is important to me; I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that half of my blood might have been replaced with coffee at this point, so of course I came back. Anything other than that would just have been silly—when you find a great coffee shop, you don't just give it up without a fight."

"Speaking as someone studying medical science, I am almost completely certain that is very much an exaggeration. Either that, or you should really go to the nearest hospital right now."

"Perhaps I will, but not until I have finished this cup," Zelda said, picking up the mug and taking a sip of its contents, "this is simply so good that I am willing to take that risk."

Mipha accepted the compliment with a grin. "Well, in that case, don't tell me that I didn't try my best to warn you."

And it continued, Zelda coming into the café just as often as Mipha did and often staying for hours on end. Of course, most of that time was spent on her computer, and seeing as there were still other customers whose orders Mipha also had to prepare, fact was that they sometimes barely got the chance to talk more than to exchange pleasantries as Mipha placed her order—always the same, an espresso and a blueberry muffin—in front of her on the counter, but Mipha still came to treasure those short conversations.

"Wait," she said one day, holding up her hand to interrupt Zelda, just as she had been about to say her order, "I already have it prepared." quickly grapping the mug and plate from the table behind her, Mipha returned to place it down in front of Zelda, who simply took in the sight of the food in front of her before laughing.

"I guess I am quite predictable."

"A bit," Mipha admitted, "but it actually makes my job a lot easier that I know what you will order in advance."

"Oh, well, in that case, I guess I am actually quite happy to be so predictable," Zelda said, "but can you also guess what I was about to tell you then?"

Mipha looked at her, mentally going over if there was anything different about her than during all of her other visits. And then it struck her that the large bag Zelda usually placed by her stool was missing and that a notebook had taken its place instead, Zelda having placed the book in front of her with a pen lying next to it, Zelda's hand keeping it from rolling away.

"You don't have your computer anymore?"

"Yup, it decided to completely give up on me last night. I mean, I had just made a back-up copy of everything, but, man, I was not doing great yesterday." but despite how she was saying the exact opposite, Zelda actually looked like she was doing great, sitting there with a wide smile as she continued to tell Mipha the full story of just how she had panicked when she felt the laptop grow warmer and warmer before the screen finally turned black as the computer ignored all of her attempts of fixing it.

"I mean," Zelda said, gesturing wildly, "I tried just about everything, plugging it in and letting it wait for hours, almost everything the different fix-it sites I could find advised me to do. I got so close to simply placing it in a bowl of rice because I just had no idea about what to do."

"I am sorry to hear about that."

But Zelda just shook her head. "Don't be. I brought it to a computer repair shop near me, and they said that they are almost completely sure that they can save it, and I have already called my insurance, and they are going to cover almost all of the costs, so, really, this," she tapped at the front page of the notebook with the end of her pen, "is just something I will have to deal with for a while until I can get my computer back."

"Well, that is good to hear," Mipha said, and before long, the sound of Zelda dragging her pen over the pages became as natural as the sound of her typing on the keys had been.

However, it soon became clear that their faith in the computer had ended up jinxing it, as Zelda came in just a little over a week later with a tired look in her eyes.

She sat down in her seat but without the usual smile.

"They weren't able to save it," she said the moment she noticed Mipha's questioning glance. From the way she glared at the pen in her hand, there was no need for Mipha to ask just who had not been able to save just what, especially not as Zelda continued, "I know that it could have been worse and all of that, but—and I know this is silly—I actually really liked that computer, and not only because I needed it to write. I had just had for five year and it was quite calming to know so much about it. And, yes, I know that since it was five years old and I use it all the time, I should probably have expected for something to happen to it, but still…" she went silent, inspecting the surface of the counter, "I had just not really imagined that it would give up on me just yet."

Making a quick decision, Mipha pushed the porcelain cup aside to instead grab one of the paper cups stacked next to her on the counter to grab when a customer wanted to take their coffee with them.

The change to their usual routine did not go by unnoticed, as Zelda was quick to point towards the cup. "Uh, what are you doing?"

"Just you wait; it's a surprise for you." Mipha said, careful as she turned around to pour the hot coffee into the container and pressed the lid down on top of it before returning to the counter. "Can I borrow your pen?" she asked, pointing towards the pen Zelda was still tapping against the pages of the notebook.

Zelda looked at her, and then, seemingly realising that she would just have to wait for her explanation, handed it to her.

Writing on the cup was a bit more difficult that Mipha had imagined it being, both because the cup was definitely not meant for writing on, the text smearing every time she accidentally brushed against it, making her have to fix it before continuing, but also because the pen simply was clearly not meant for writing on anything other than paper, a scratching noise accompanying it's travel across the cardboard. But she did manage to complete her goal and handed the cup back over to Zelda along with the pen and a little smile. "Here. I hope it will make you feel better."

Not looking away from Mipha, Zelda took the cup and turned it around to look at what she had written. "Why was the stadium so cold?" she read, looking at Mipha for an answer.

"Because there were a lot of fans!"

That did earn her a little laugh, and before long, they had resumed their usual habit of talking every time Mipha got even the smallest break from the other customers. Of course, Mipha could still see how the loss of her old computer affected Zelda from the way she would slump over the moment Mipha left her, her smile slipping off her face as she looked down at her notebook, but at least she seemed happier when she left—carrying her cup in her left hand, notebook pressed in between her arm and side so that she could use her free hand to wave to Mipha as the door closed behind her—than when she had first arrived, and really, that was enough for Mipha.