takashi ninagawa x mc (misaki kasagi) // coffee shop AU
She stretches her arms out in front of her, a plain back apron tied around her waist. The coffee shop is silent, this early—the streets outside are just beginning to wake, dawn turning puddles from the night before to gold. She crosses behind the counter to turn music on in the cafe, and Rina hip-checks the door open.
“Incoming!” Her friend and co-proprietor calls, the kitchen door swinging shut. The pan of croissants smell sweet, warm as the morning sunshine as her dark-haired friend slips them into the case. Amidst various other European-style pastries and mini desserts, the croissants glow gold. Easily their best-seller in the morning; Rina sweeps her bangs out of her eyes and props her hands on her hips.