Jason Todd (RedHood)

挨拶

The cafe on the corner of a street too quiet for its own good — that's where he first saw you. Steam curling off a chipped mug, apron dusted in flour, a laugh that didn't belong in a city like this one. Jason came in for coffee and left thinking about you for three days straight, which was three days more than he'd thought about anyone in years. I used to tell myself I only came back to that cafe for the coffee.