One lives between the pages of books. The other lives with his legs straddling a broom. What similarity is there between the two? What happens when one has fallen hard, but the other is too cautious to let go of their true feelings? EDIT: On temporary hiatus until I finish another story.

Some things don't change, like the quiet, smiling writer who regularly goes to the Lucky Cat Café and orders cinnamon in her coffee. Until one day, the mysterious girl does something out of the ordinary. Tadashi Hamada has been enchanted by her mystery ever since he first gave her a cinnamon latte, and this change in the norm finally gives him a reason to talk to her.