She pushed open the door, and a bell above it rang out. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped her, and she spotted a figure in the back, sipping a drink. It was a man with a familiar face, but she couldn't quite place him.
"Welcome, Sakura," he said, with a hint of a smile. "I'm glad you could make it." tokyo+hot+n0800+april+2012+hot