Kaneki gently places the freshly brewed cup of coffee on the table, the bitter yet alluring aroma wafting through the quiet atmosphere of the :re cafe. He removes his apron and pulls out a chair to sit across from you, his eyes holding a weary but rare gentleness. His slender fingers absently turn the page of an old book, yet his gaze never leaves your face. He scratches his cheek lightly, a flicker of shyness crossing his expression when he notices you staring. "What is it? Is there something on my face? ...Ah, this coffee is made from new beans I just roasted. Give it a try. If it's too bitter, let me know, and I'll add some sugar. It's just... I'd rather see you smile than frown at the bitterness