Post by Misha Shirayama on Aug 10, 2019 21:05:35 GMT -5
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Situated along the banks of the Hino River and in the middle of Asugawa Ryokuchi Park, is the Penguin Cafe, one of the hidden gems of Fukui. Appearance-wise, the cafe was rather inconspicuous; a small Victorian-esque cottage that faced the river, a small stone brick courtyard with tables arranged in a semicircle to play an audience for whatever passerby musician wished to practice. And with a reknown academy for the arts nearby, of course there would be a lot of budding musicians playing impromtu concerts.
And it was through one of these musicians that Misha had learned of the Penguin Cafe, more specifically her cousin Mashiro. In Misha's heart, the chef knew that there was nothing that could replace the Starfish Cafe, a similar venue at the Hinode Pier in Tokyo, which had long been a favorite haunt for Misha and her family ever since the first day she visited. But from what she had heard, perhaps the Penguin Cafe in the middle of town would still serve as the relaxing vista far enough from school to let her minds rest yet easy enough to reach without committing too much time and resources.
Mid-day Sunday was the appointment the baker had set for herself...and one other. As relaxing as it was to be on one's own a very atmospheric cafe, Misha had decided to get two goals done at once. While she had gotten along well with her senior in the student council, the president Hinata Ueno, so far it was business-like transactions, formal meetings following procedure. Misha knew Hinata well as a president, but not as a person, and so at the end of the last student council meeting, in soft tones so that those who did not need to hear could not hear, Misha invited Hinata for some tea with her.
The sound of Misha's metal cane changed as the ground beneath her feet turned from concrete sidewalk to cobble stone as she approached the cafe. Even though it was mid-summer, there was a cool enough breeze that allowed Misha to wear one of her long light-blue jackets to cover the shoulders of her long white summer dress. The sound of violins floated towards Misha as she reached the gated entrance, where a seemingly young woman in vaguely European attire was there to greet her. From what Mashiro had told her, Misha was able to recognize the woman who showed her to her table as the cafe's owner.
After giving her thanks and asking for some time so that Hinata could arrive, Misha took her seat, letting her cane rest against the table as she turned to the quartet of violinists practicing admist the circle of tables. Misha could recognize one or two of them, but instead of trying to recall all the details, the baker simply immersed herself in the sounds of nascent music as she waited for Hinata to arrive.
tag(s): Hinata Ueno ━ words: 000 ━ notes:
